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“I bet there’s plenty,” she assured firmly. “Maybe it’s not in great condition, thus the clinic, but it was placed in the region for a reason. Osmium’s old friend spearheaded the project and he’s from Vos himself.”

He chuckled, “Wouldn’t be surprised if I know this fella.” 

“Why didn’t you say so?” She squeezed him, big blue pools blinking up at him. “Of course you can go with me. Maybe we can go out for lunch or dinner, too. Some of the bots who will be there will likely want to gather, anyway.” She flushed, smiling bashfully. “Especially once they know we’re expecting.”

“I-it’s not a rare occurrence or anything.” Why did he want to go so badly? “And the medics that will be there don’t specialize in sparklings so none of them are really more special than any other to help with the birthing process.” She scratched at her face, perplexed. “Is something nearby? Do you miss Vos?”

“I know, I just didn’t think they were letting many people in yet.” He had to subdue the smile that crept across his features as he settled back again, resting his chin on the top of her helm.

The medic blinked a few times, her shoulders shrugging. “Clinics tend to do open houses upon opening so people can come in and kind of get to know the available medics. I may go down for that, but that’s about it.” She shifted, her nose wrinkling under its guard. “I can’t really manage long rides anymore.”

“I can come with you...” It was hard trying to not simply say what he wanted to do there. Honestly he didn’t want her to know, at least not yet. For some reason he felt like he needed to do this alone, finally let the past be in the past.

“Northwest, I think. I haven’t heard a whole lot about it.” Her lids drooped tiredly, a content hum leaving her. “They produce the walks-ins fairly quick, but they aren’t for anything major, obviously.”

She glanced at his tablet if only briefly, but gave it no real attention. Her focus was soaking up his attention.“Osmium has some colleagues who are working on a walk-in clinic or two there. They’re doing staffing and applications for nurses and MAs right now, I think.”

The tablet dropped a little, “Yea?” A slight frown formed on his face as he looked over the tablet for a moment. He’d been unable to enter the particular section of Vos his former crew had inhabited thanks to travel restrictions due to reconstruction. If he could convince Rev’ to go there on a job...

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No need to tell her twice. Swiftly the medic swooped down, happily crawling atop her bondmate. She made herself comfortable, nuzzling herself under his chin with a very satisfied sigh. 

“What are you reading?”

He shifted slightly to accommodate her frame, wrapping his free arm around her as she snuggled up to him and placing a quick kiss atop her helm. “Just some news articles on the post-war efforts.” 

She took his hand if only as an excuse to be in contact. Not that she truly even needed one. “Uh-huh,” she agreed, nodding gently. “I might get lost. Or tempted to just turn around and come right back.”

The femme nodded eagerly, her eyes brightening. “Yes,” she said a bit too quickly. She nuzzled into his touch, trying to stop herself from purring and just crawling over him. “I would love that.” Normally she wouldn’t enable trying to be quick and possibly cut corners, but in her current condition Reviver didn’t particularly care. She was needy and desperately craving his affection.

It was hard to miss her eagerness, smiling has he tapped his helm against hers in a sign of affection before pulling away and standing up. “Alright, better get to work now then.” Usually he wouldn’t be so eager himself, but work had been non-stop for the both of them making it hard to find time for them just to be alone together without being exhausted.