#panic attack meme

/Pharma was keeping himself busy by wiping down a few circuit slabs in the medbay; they hadn’t been used, but keeping everything sterilized was important. Plus, it served as a good distraction from sitting in the medbay waiting for someone to need assistance. Perhaps he should get some other hobbies, or go exploring again. 

At that thought, he swore he heard someone come in the doors. Turning around to face the mystery-bot, he was surprised to find his greeting cut short by the absence of someone to greet./ Huh… I swore I heard- /Something out of the corner of his optic moved. He turned to face the movement./ Hello? /… No response. Perhaps now was time to go for a walk. He did need to refuel, anyway- he hadn’t done so all day, and it was now late afternoon.

The medic left his domain… cautiously, in case someone -or something- had slipped in. It was more than likely to be his sensors playing tricks on him. That happened sometimes.

As he stepped into the hallway, he began to feel very hot. It didn’t feel as though the heat was coming from the hallway, though. It felt like he was overheating internally. Double checking to make sure his cooling vents weren’t clogged, he took a deep vent, … and noticed that his chest was tightening. Not good. 

The hot suddenly became very cold, which shocked Pharma’s systems into sealing his vents to preserve heat./ What the… what is wrong with my body? Pharma suddenly thought twice about his trip to find fuel, opting instead to go back into the medbay so he could try and figure out what the hell was wrong with him. He couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but he had the sudden urge to seal the doors to the medbay…. Something he never did.

Sealing the doors, the medic blindly grabbed a scanner and instead of propping himself up against a slab he bolted to his office and locked it shut. His body was running intensely hot now, his venting becoming shallow and futile. Using his desk chair to barricade the door, he went and hid underneath his office desk./ Someone’s here… I can feel it. /His chest got tighter and tighter as his fuel pump raced, and he made a strangled noise of distress./ Ack! /The jet was torn between crying for help and staying silent, for fear of who might hear him.

It was at that moment which he remembered he had a comm. link. Wait… was it safe to use an open broadcast network? Probably not. Time to scan for any friends who were currently online that he could call for help. Logically, he should be asking one of the DJD for help, but Pharma was thinking far from logically at this time. Plus, none of them had their comms activated for some reason. 

Bluestreak was online… but he likely wasn’t even in Pharma’s universe at that time. Still, it was worth a try. He sent a distressed ping to the gunner in hopes of a reply./ B-Bluestreak? I-it’s Pharma. I-I-I s-seem to be in a l-large amount of di-distress. /Wow. Despite the stuttering, he actually sounded coherent. That, however, was short-lived as he heard something scratch his door./ H-help!! P-please, I-I-I don’t know whybutsomething’sverywrongandmychesthurtsandI-I-I’mr-reallyscared!