The three made their way to the room, not too far down a different hall within the hospital section. Once inside, Ratchet gave Jazz a rundown on how to act like a hospice trainee, followed by explaining his plan in more detail.

The transporters brought in a body that looked identical to the Prowl he'd known, resting on a transportation berth. Jazz focused on playing it cool by not clutching the hard-sought body of his friend (for lack of a better term, given that he was still struggling that Prowl stopped being "his AI" only since last night). Once the transporters were gone, he did though, carefully avoiding the energon IV and monitor wires. He noticed that Prowl actually felt colder here and he buried his helm into Prowl's chassis, realizing it was the sign of a spark too weak for his body's systems to waste energy on temperature control.

"Enough of that," Ratchet forced him from lingering on that fact. "Jazz, open two medical ports and hook up to the room's backup recharge port."

Jazz snapped the covers back for a medical port in each arm as he hooked himself up through his neck to enter Somnus. First Aid and Ratchet both connected to him. Jazz asked, "What am I supposed to tell Prowl when you two show up with me?"

"To stay calm and that Somnus will barely notice us both as we're going through you to locate him. I'll take over after that."

Jazz nodded and settled down in one of the chairs they arranged. He initiated recharge and soon found himself in his CR. Glancing to his sides he saw both medics. After a grouchy and a tiny bit snarky comment from Ratchet Jazz walked them through his private door.

"Prowl?" Jazz called out as he finished loading into the room.

"Jazz!" Prowl scrambled away from the window, where he was perched on a chair looking down. He moved to approach but stopped short when two more mechs appeared. "Jazz…?"

"Relax, you're okay," Jazz soothed. He closed the distance and took Prowl's hand and held it as the weary Enforcer's optics darted between the three. "They're connecting through me to get here. I guess medical personnel have a lot more administrative privileges when they do that. Ratchet here knows what's going on and can talk to you about it. Prowl," he called his name with a tight squeeze, forcing Prowl's optics back to him, "we're all at the hospital. We're by your body."

Prowl's entire frame almost collapsed as relief cascaded through his systems. "I'm still alive?"

"I'm Ratchet," said the doctor with the chevron. "Yes, you're alive but your spark is weak. I can get you reconnected to your body and then guide you into re-synchronizing with it. First Aid here is also a doctor. He'll be helping, too, but he'll be doing it from the medical berth while I do it through Somnus. Do you understand well enough so far?"

"Yes, you're going to get me back into my body. Will I wake up okay?"

"You will with my guidance and First Aid's assistance. Your spark is weak," he repeated. "That means we have to softly bring you back online and you'll need a lot of rehab. Aid and I are going to logoff now. I added this room's address to my medical saved locations, and my registered license in virtual-reality extractions will let me bypass Jazz's private firewalls without pushing the system. I'll be back and I'll be tunneling through your body's recharge port so I can stay with you the entire time. Can you wait here for me to return?"

"Yes," Prowl forcefully reassured. Ratchet and First Aid both disappeared. As soon as they were gone Prowl pulled Jazz into him and hugged him. "Thank you," he whispered into Jazz's neck.

Jazz grinned and lowered his face into Prowl's neck, mindful of the twitching doorwings near his audial horns. "I'm just relieved that I could bring you good news."

Faster than they were expecting a few pinging noises informed them that Ratchet was returning, so they reluctantly separated. When the doctor appeared he updated them. "First Aid is ready. He's slowly working through your physical systems, per my instructions. I trust him to do this right. Jazz, I need you to log out and keep an eye on things to make sure no one steps in and pesters Aid for the room."

Jazz nodded and logged off. When his conscious returned to the real world, First Aid greeted him. "Glad you're back. Stand at the door. Pharma left Ratchet a message that someone is getting twitchy about Prowl. Evidently the unusually high and recent activity regarding him, starting with a vidphone call, then a visit from a 'Stepper,' and now the sudden outside doctor visit, has someone questioning Pharma's orders. We're not sure if they'll do anything, but better safe than sorry."

"I gave them fake information anonymously," Jazz grumbled as he sat in front of the door, his peds digging into the ground should someone unlock and try opening the door.

"They still recorded it when your 'Stepper' ID was run through the system for relationship status check with Prowl."

"Ah, so noted for the next time I sneak around hospitals. I guess the doctor I talked to earlier didn't report me?"

"Guess not. You're lucky you talked to a doctor not as concerned with upper management nitpicking or retaliation."

Jazz nodded, turning his focus to the door and listened carefully. So far no hallway noises. "Will this take long?"

"Based on Ratchet's projects, it'll go better the slower we bring him back, so that his spark isn't shocked so much when there's suddenly a mind reattached to it, thinking, feeling, and moving a body again."

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After almost a whole joor Jazz saw Ratchet stir. Jazz switched his audios from hallway listening to Ratchet talk to Aid. "I had 100% body resyncing from my end when I disconnected. How are his vitals?"

"Much stronger. You did an excellent job of bringing him back at just the right rate and sequence to not stress his body or spark. No one's disturbed us so I've been able to bring on the mechanical systems without issue."

Ratchet hummed. "Pharma's message indicated – oh wait, you know what? They're probably still going through the administrative controls to not realize Prowl's already been moved. Finally, a benefit to us. We might even have the right audience when we announce that the dying Enforcer wasn't really processor-dead. Is he waking yet?"

First Aid pointed to a few readouts. "Looks like it, assuming he should wake normally?"

Jazz kept his optics on Prowl, too afraid to move or let his optics flicker for just a klik. When he saw a blue light barely illuminate from Prowl's optics, he jumped up and moved to Prowl's side. "Prowl?"

The optics booted up faster until they were almost normal. "J-Jazz?" His optics remained on the ceiling.

Ratchet questioned, "Can you see? Can you get your optics to focus?"

"I can see, but focusing my optics seems hard. My optics feel frozen, like they haven't moved in a very long time. They're starting to slowly move."

Jazz leaned in slowly so to not alarm anyone until he kissed Prowl's forehelm, just below his chevron. "Can you see me now?"

"Yes…" Prowl painstakingly tipped his helm back, as far as the medical berth allowed, and caught Jazz's bottom lip in an open kiss. He let go and weakly smiled. "It's good to put that to rest. I worried you downloaded Somnus's 'good kisser' upgrade."

Jazz rolled his forehelm along Prowl's as he chuckled, seeing Ratchet shake his helm while First Aid didn't react to anything about the medical reports. "That's the first thing you say?"

"I had all orn to think about my first words, if I had a body. It was that or 'I'm relieved you're as good looking in real life as you are in Somnus.'"

Jazz gave him a kiss and Ratchet wirily excused himself from the display. "Well, I'd say the connection between his processor and mouth is probably working fine. I'm going to start making calls to get ahead of whatever panic-attack the Board is about to have. I'll get you transferred to my hospital before I leave. Should go a lot easier now that you can give consent."

Ratchet stepped out of the room while First Aid took over talking to Prowl. "While we wait, I want to check your motor capabilities. Nothing strenuous such as sitting up, just moving a servo when I ask."

Jazz frowned. "So I shouldn't try holding Prowl's hand yet?"

"No."

Prowl asked, "Before we get started, I want to know when Jazz has to leave?"

"Unless they kick me out, I'm not leaving your side for four more orns."

"They'd have to call in the Enforcers to do that, so I don't think you'll be going anywhere."