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autobot_amy) wrote2008-05-18 07:36 pm
autobot_amy) wrote2008-05-18 07:36 pm
Sick day
*There is no one to greet Sludge when he comes home that evening.*
Sludge: *pouts* Amy? *looks around*
Amy: *starts at his voice, then coughs and groans from where she's laying in the hammock in the corner of the bookshelf. She's not really online, just feeling cruddy as her self repairs take care of the bad program she caught from the net.*
Sludge: *frowns and peeks in on her, sticking a finger up to gently stroke her hair*
Amy: *turns her face toward him and opens her eyes. She looks sick; her skin is blotchy and her normally bright eyes are bleary.* Oh... Sludge.... Is it already? *Tries to access her chronometer*
Sludge: *shakes his head and makes a soothing rumble in his chest* You, Amy sick. You see anybody? Need me call Cureall over?
Amy: *trying to process* I... didn't. *coughs and winces, then curls up a little*
Sludge: Shh...shh. Go back to sleep. Me call Cureall and take care of things.
Amy: *manages to transmit affection through their still freshly forged spark bond and fades offline again*
Sludge: *gasps softly, still unused to the lack of need to think how to express his love, but he still pours out affection to her in reply*
Amy: *even unconscious and in pain she's aware of it, and her mouth quirks into a slight smile*
Cureall: *enters Sludge's room and with his help getting up to see Amy, takes a look at the patient*
Amy: *if she were human she'd be running a fever. Instead her systems are at the max as her self repair works overtime to root out the bad code and destroy it. But according to the information that she provided to her friend when she first moved to the reality she shouldn't be this sick. It's as if something else is taxing her system.*
Cureall: *frowns worriedly at Amy then at Sludge, who himself is looking a little tired from his contact with it through the bond.* This is stange indeed. She should not be this strongly sick, but not knowing enough about her systems, this one cannot make a proper diagnosis...Sludge...has Amy's eating habits changed at all since you got back? Have you noticed anything? I need to know the full report before she is moved to the Medbay.
Sludge: *suddenly panics* She not change! Eat like normal! She not die?
Cureall: *tries to soothe him* Sludge! Calm down! Panicking is only going to upset her!
Amy: *starts awake with a groan and tries to pull herself up to see past the side of the hammock* S...Sludge?
Sludge: *hears Amy and feels her through the bond and gasps again* N..no worry Amy, Cureall is here.
Cureall: *just as soothing as Sludge* This one is just concerned over how sick you are and was asking Sludge to report so this one could check you into the medbay.
Amy: *a little confused still by the newness of her sparkbond, as well as by her weariness* *frowns* Medbay?
Cureall: You should not be this ill for the virus you have. I was going to take you in to check your systems.
Amy: *frown deepens* Right.... Just a few days of mild discomfort.... *lays her head on the edge of the hammock and microdozes*
Cureall: *looks up at Sludge with a frown.* Pick her up gently and we will take her to Medbay. That way this one can give a deeper diagnostic.
Sludge: *nods and gently lifts Amy into his hand with her blankets and all, and hold her to his chest, before following Cureall out the door.*
* * *
Cureall: *instructs Sludge to lift and move Amy carefully onto a med table, while she pulls down one of the more powerful scanners*
Sludge: Amy be okay. *He smiles and gently strokes his mate's hair as Cureall scans her*
Amy: Yes.... *blinks painfully and closes her eyes* I'll be fine. It's only a virus.
Cureall: *optics widen as she reads the scanner.* Not only a virus.
Sludge: *looks up at Cureall in somewhat of a panic.* What Cureall find?
Amy: *blinks and also looks up with hazy alarm* Huh?
Cureall: Congratulations, you two, it looks like Amy is carrying another spark. *she smiles widely*
Sludge: *stares blankly for a moment before falling back in a faint.*
Amy: *jumps at the thud and then opens and closes her mouth a few times.* Already? But... *puts a hand to her abdomen and presses on it* Nothing's started growing yet... so the virus can't hurt it.... *is plainly worried anyway*
Cureall: No, your systems are set up to protect the little one, as long as you do not overtax yourself. *worriedly shakes Sludge.* Hey, Sludge. You okay?
Sludge: *groans softly* Baby? *Blinks as Cureall nods* Wow.
Amy: *turns her head to look at him, then coughs and winces before holding out her hand*
Sludge: *rumbles soothingly before cupping his hand around her* Amy girl...me Sludge love you.
Amy: *rests her own hand against his* I love you too, Sludge. *coughs again and then turns her head to look at Cureall.* So the taxing of my systems is why the virus is hitting so hard?
Cureall: *nods* Yes. But now that we know we can use more effective programs to treat you. *Cureall smiles and hands Sludge a data stick.* Both of you upload this. It will help with the residual effects you are having Sludge.
Sludge: *nods solemnly, but there is a little thrill of joy going over his bond with Amy*
Amy: *feels it and smiles despite herself, the expression lighting her wan and splotchy face. But then she winces and closes her eyes.* Alright.
Sludge: *smiles and sends soothing emotions across their bond* My Amy Girl. *lifts her gently back into his hands and turns to leave with her.*
Cureall: Congratulations, both of you. If you feel worse Amy, have Sludge bring you in.
Amy: *halfway into recharge again as she snuggles into her favorite place* ...Alright....
Sludge: *pouts* Amy? *looks around*
Amy: *starts at his voice, then coughs and groans from where she's laying in the hammock in the corner of the bookshelf. She's not really online, just feeling cruddy as her self repairs take care of the bad program she caught from the net.*
Sludge: *frowns and peeks in on her, sticking a finger up to gently stroke her hair*
Amy: *turns her face toward him and opens her eyes. She looks sick; her skin is blotchy and her normally bright eyes are bleary.* Oh... Sludge.... Is it already? *Tries to access her chronometer*
Sludge: *shakes his head and makes a soothing rumble in his chest* You, Amy sick. You see anybody? Need me call Cureall over?
Amy: *trying to process* I... didn't. *coughs and winces, then curls up a little*
Sludge: Shh...shh. Go back to sleep. Me call Cureall and take care of things.
Amy: *manages to transmit affection through their still freshly forged spark bond and fades offline again*
Sludge: *gasps softly, still unused to the lack of need to think how to express his love, but he still pours out affection to her in reply*
Amy: *even unconscious and in pain she's aware of it, and her mouth quirks into a slight smile*
Cureall: *enters Sludge's room and with his help getting up to see Amy, takes a look at the patient*
Amy: *if she were human she'd be running a fever. Instead her systems are at the max as her self repair works overtime to root out the bad code and destroy it. But according to the information that she provided to her friend when she first moved to the reality she shouldn't be this sick. It's as if something else is taxing her system.*
Cureall: *frowns worriedly at Amy then at Sludge, who himself is looking a little tired from his contact with it through the bond.* This is stange indeed. She should not be this strongly sick, but not knowing enough about her systems, this one cannot make a proper diagnosis...Sludge...has Amy's eating habits changed at all since you got back? Have you noticed anything? I need to know the full report before she is moved to the Medbay.
Sludge: *suddenly panics* She not change! Eat like normal! She not die?
Cureall: *tries to soothe him* Sludge! Calm down! Panicking is only going to upset her!
Amy: *starts awake with a groan and tries to pull herself up to see past the side of the hammock* S...Sludge?
Sludge: *hears Amy and feels her through the bond and gasps again* N..no worry Amy, Cureall is here.
Cureall: *just as soothing as Sludge* This one is just concerned over how sick you are and was asking Sludge to report so this one could check you into the medbay.
Amy: *a little confused still by the newness of her sparkbond, as well as by her weariness* *frowns* Medbay?
Cureall: You should not be this ill for the virus you have. I was going to take you in to check your systems.
Amy: *frown deepens* Right.... Just a few days of mild discomfort.... *lays her head on the edge of the hammock and microdozes*
Cureall: *looks up at Sludge with a frown.* Pick her up gently and we will take her to Medbay. That way this one can give a deeper diagnostic.
Sludge: *nods and gently lifts Amy into his hand with her blankets and all, and hold her to his chest, before following Cureall out the door.*
Cureall: *instructs Sludge to lift and move Amy carefully onto a med table, while she pulls down one of the more powerful scanners*
Sludge: Amy be okay. *He smiles and gently strokes his mate's hair as Cureall scans her*
Amy: Yes.... *blinks painfully and closes her eyes* I'll be fine. It's only a virus.
Cureall: *optics widen as she reads the scanner.* Not only a virus.
Sludge: *looks up at Cureall in somewhat of a panic.* What Cureall find?
Amy: *blinks and also looks up with hazy alarm* Huh?
Cureall: Congratulations, you two, it looks like Amy is carrying another spark. *she smiles widely*
Sludge: *stares blankly for a moment before falling back in a faint.*
Amy: *jumps at the thud and then opens and closes her mouth a few times.* Already? But... *puts a hand to her abdomen and presses on it* Nothing's started growing yet... so the virus can't hurt it.... *is plainly worried anyway*
Cureall: No, your systems are set up to protect the little one, as long as you do not overtax yourself. *worriedly shakes Sludge.* Hey, Sludge. You okay?
Sludge: *groans softly* Baby? *Blinks as Cureall nods* Wow.
Amy: *turns her head to look at him, then coughs and winces before holding out her hand*
Sludge: *rumbles soothingly before cupping his hand around her* Amy girl...me Sludge love you.
Amy: *rests her own hand against his* I love you too, Sludge. *coughs again and then turns her head to look at Cureall.* So the taxing of my systems is why the virus is hitting so hard?
Cureall: *nods* Yes. But now that we know we can use more effective programs to treat you. *Cureall smiles and hands Sludge a data stick.* Both of you upload this. It will help with the residual effects you are having Sludge.
Sludge: *nods solemnly, but there is a little thrill of joy going over his bond with Amy*
Amy: *feels it and smiles despite herself, the expression lighting her wan and splotchy face. But then she winces and closes her eyes.* Alright.
Sludge: *smiles and sends soothing emotions across their bond* My Amy Girl. *lifts her gently back into his hands and turns to leave with her.*
Cureall: Congratulations, both of you. If you feel worse Amy, have Sludge bring you in.
Amy: *halfway into recharge again as she snuggles into her favorite place* ...Alright....