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 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.
Sometimes Knockout thought that his life would be easier if the Decepticon army wouldn't be composed of Vehicons who despite having many good qualities had also many bad ones, one of which being short attention span.
One of proofs for his belief just walked into his infirmary and he was certain that it was yet another case of Vehicons nonsense.
The soldier had both sides of their head covered in field dressing composed of polymer and some anti-rust solvent.
"And what happened to you?" Knockout asked gesturing for the soldier to climb on the medical berth.
"I have been sent for performing some minor field repairs on broken mining drill." The Vehicon replied and Knockout noticed to his surprise that this one was a femme. "I was welding some damaged plating on the machine when my pinged." The Vehicon made the universal gesture of opening the connection: bringing the servo to the audio receptor.
Knockout glared at the femme in front of him for a moment, comprehending what just happened, picturing the accident.
"And what happened to your other audio?" He gestured to the other side of his patient's head.
"I wanted to call for help." The femme admitted not meeting doctor's optics.
Knockout didn't reply to that, there was no need. He was now reassured in his firm belief that Vehicons had no detectable attention span. He just removed the field dressing and began assessing the burns.
TBC.