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.
Sleeping pills.
oOo
Nemesis. Knockout's infirmary.
There was nothing more Knockout wanted than to be able to finally recharge in peace. A nice cycle of rest. But such was the fate of the only medic on board that more often than it was healthy he was denied that right. Most often just after a battle with Autobots or when Starscream ended up on Megatron's receiving end. Battles resulted in infirmary filled with wounded troopers and sometimes officers that required medical attention. When it was Starscream vs. Megatron's fists it usually was one whiny but demanding Air Commander.
This time it was a mix – it was the former case's scenario with the latter case's patient. Knockout was ready to swear that the universe hated him. Luckily at this time of the day, or rather night, it was calm, but he still had work to do, work that he couldn't do earlier due to tending to Starscream.
Knockout sighed and focused on some reports he had to fill (or else he would have to answer to Soundwave) when the door opened and Breakdown marched in bearing troubled face. The large mech walked to Starscream's medical berth where the wounded Seeker was recharging like a sparkling and began to shake the sleeping Air Commander.
Knockout observed with shock as Starscream's optics opened on came on-line. The Nemesis' SIC seemed a bit disoriented about the reasons for being wakened.
"What?" He squeaked sleepily.
Breakdown presented him with what seemed as small, softly blue energon glob with some colourful bits inside.
"You forgot to take your sleeping pill." The ex-Stunticon explained.
Knockout didn't saw Starscream's expression because he was too busy facepalming – scrap, there went peace and quiet.
The End.
