Title: Dream Patient
By Anvarah
Summary: Ratchet meets a dream patient.
Disclaimer:
*Ratchet hefts wrench up and raises optic ridge*
Ratchet: Are you going to give me any trouble this time?
Me: *Whimpers and shakes head* I'll be good. I promise.
Ratchet: Good. *Turns around*
Me: Sucker *Ducks Ratchet's wrench and runs* ITS ALL MINE! HAHAHA!
Ratchet: GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE GLITCH! *sub-spaces another wrench and throws it at the retreating author*
Me: MEEP! MEEP! *ducks second wrench*
Ratchet: FRAGGIT FEMME! GET BACK HERE! *chases after me*
Ratchet couldn't believe his audio receivers. Pushing away his shock he asked for the little boy to confirm what he said just seconds before.
He waited patiently to be corrected and was stunned to receive the same answer from the five year old child. Venting he glanced at the human nurse beside him to see that she had the same stunned look on her face as his holoform did.
There was definitely no way he could've misheard, not this time anyway. The young intern smiled slightly at the boy, "Are you sure you want that? Don't you want ice-cream or chocolate?"
The little boy shook his head 'no' at the suggestion. Causing the poor nurse to look at the child's mother who only shrugged smiling. "He likes it" she offered them helplessly. The autobot and the human nurse looked at each other lost at what to do as the child's eyes began to moisten with tears at the denial of his request.
Chuckling to himself Ratchet sent the intern nurse to the hospital cafeteria to find the foodstuffs the child had selected. Sitting down on the chair in front of the boy, he had to suppress a sigh. Why couldn't the soldiers at base or Mikaela and Sam be like this child in their food choices? It would make his job easier, if anything.
Ratchet smiled at the boy, glad that he had taken the chance to volunteer at the hospital while the Decepticon sightings rate was as low as it was at this moment.
Flicking through the paperwork on his clipboard he found the boy's name: Jason. Jason Blake. Admitted for surgery to remove tonsils after a case of tonsillitis. Antibiotics administered and no signs of infection, yet anyway.
"So Jason… are you excited to be going home soon?" Ratchet asked the boy. Jason nodded in reply before toddling over to the other side of the room to play a game with another patient; a four year old named Colin.
Ratchet spent the next three minutes informing Jason's mother of the surgery before the intern nurse entered the room again.
"Excuse me," she ventured, "the kitchen doesn't have any, but one of the receptionists is going down to the supermarket and she said she'll pick some up. It caused quite a stir though, half of the ladies in the office thought I was pulling their leg."
Ratchet was passed in the hallway ten minutes later by the same intern nurse, who was holding a large steaming hot bowl on a small tray for Jason. Smiling, Ratchet slipped inside the boy's room and watched as the nurse sat the bowl down and relieved it of the covering that was keeping the food warm.
Jason, having seen the nurse enter, had already climbed up on his bed for his meal. Smiling, he thanked the nurse before picking up the plastic child's fork supplied and started eating quickly. Finishing the large bowl of vegetables he put down his fork.
"More please?" he asked politely.
Jason's mother laughed at the stunned looks on Ratchet's and the intern's faces. "Like I said," she reminded them, "he loves his broccoli!"
Hey guys. Hope you enjoyed it.
This is loosely based on my own brother's trip to the hospital when he got his tonsils removed. After the surgery all he wanted to eat was broccoli. The poor nurse couldn't understand why!
I love my weird family! LOL
Read and Review. Thanks. :D