Doctor Feelgood

by The Archer Black

Doctors have to deal with many weird cases and demented patients, and Dock Knock is not an exception. These will be short series of one-shots focusing around Knockout and his patients. Places pre- and post war, in my own fan-made timeline. Warning: this is made of old, cheesy doctor jokes. Downloadable PDF version now available on my dA.

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Doctor Feelgood.

"Doctor, doctor, give me the news

I've got a bad case of lovin' you

No pill's gonna cure my ill

I've got a bad case of lovin' you (…)"– Robert Palmer "Bad case of lovin' you".

Warnings: cheesy, old doctor jokes.

Timing: my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.

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Nemesis. Knockout's infirmary.

Doctor Knockout lifted his optics from tablet when he heard the door swooshing open. He wasn't very busy that particular day, but he wasn't complaining for boredom either.

He watched as an average looking Vehicon marched in. A ground pounder, slightly spooked, usual neglected paint with average set of scratches and scuffs. The foot soldier looked around and stepped from one pede to another. He looked uneasy.

"Yes?" Knockout decided to take the initiative.

"Umm... I think I'm sick?" The Vehicon said in a tone that suggested that he was asking.

"What makes you think so?" Knockout sighed a heavy vent. He wasn't the friendliest mech in existence but he was a medic and this was the infirmary. He wouldn't mind if his patients acted a bit less like small sparklings.

"Everything hurts." The Vehicon whined.

"What do you mean?" Knockout suddenly focused. This could be serious issue. There was no sickness that would make entire frame hurt, but there were few that caused various body parts to ache. And if this was something contagious, say a space rust, this would be very serious.

"Wherever I touch, it hurts." The Vehicon replied. "It hurts when I touch here." He poked his leg with the index digit of his right servo. "And here." He poked his left shoulder with the same digit. "And here, and here, and here too." He continued poking various areas on his body with the same digit. "It hurts everywhere I touch!"

"Hmm." Knockout narrowed his optics focusing on the Vehicon. "Your digit strut is broken." He finally said.

The Vehicon's jaw couldn't get loose, but he could glare at the doctor and then at his poor, broken digit.

TBC.

Oh yeah. This is such an old joke! But you've been warned.