𝘚𝘜𝘕𝘞𝘐𝘙𝘌. ☀︎

mmnn.

{ she has nothing positive to say upon the subject, and she’s heavily thinking on the possibility of her future moving forward— but for now, she’ll cozy up to wrecker and take it easy. }

i shouldn’t still be learning when tending to the last living titan your planet has…

{ don’t bonk your head against his chassis, sunwire. she feels a heavy urge to cry, but it’s mixed in with the immense pain she’s feeling right now. }

i - i don’t know. they said he’s more stable now than before…

i’m happy they knew to call you… those visits to the sector were worth it.

{ not to mention he got past the guards. what a crafty wrecker. }

i - i don’t know what to do with metroplex, though… i thought i could help, but i’m… not as good as the others. in over my head…

{ curling up a little more within his hold, discreetly concealing a wince. }

i’m sorry about… all this. thank you for being here…

‘ of course. let’s get a fresh one for her… ’

{ the nurse takes a slight detour in order to grab up one of the spare blankets, gingerly wrapping it around the cityspeaker, ensuring she’s fully covered within rotorstorm’s grasp. little burrito sunwire. }

thank you… ( 🥺 )

ah…! that doesn’t hurt at all… it takes the pressure off my legs, really.

{ lightly resting her helm against his shoulder plating, arms loosely wrapping around him to keep herself steady. this is more like it. lead them out, nurse! }

okay…

{ she’s doing precisely as told, leaning and using the support of the berth to keep herself steady. pick her up, charming wrecker. don’t mind the minor dent in her wing. it’s from when she fell. }

let’s see…

{ she’s a little nervous since the nurse is STARING at her ( to offer medical assistance if needed ), but she slowly begins moving out of the berth with small pained mumbles. don’t trip! }

nnh… i can stand, at least… ( 😵‍💫 )

ehe… i love you so much. i’m so thankful…

{ touchy touchy, thumbs brushing along his cheeks with a grin beginning to form. only now, the nurses barge in to hand over the medication for her, she’s a free woman now! sunwire has been officially discharged. }

{ kissy… carefully reaching her hands out to try and caress his features. }

do you think you could… carry me back home? i hate to admit, but i feel very weak.

oh, honey… i love you. even if i have a splitting headache… oohh. ( 🌀 )

{ she made herself dizzy from trying to lean in alongside him. give her a kiss at least… }

can i ask a favor?

i’m sorry, rotorstorm. i - i hope i didn’t worry you too much…

‘ very well then. i’ll see to it you’re released in a little while— i will expect another visit soon, high cityspeaker. ’

{ meekly nodding her helm as he moves out of the hospital room, and taking his nurse entourage with him. she didn’t like how they were looking at her wrecker. * ♨️ }

um…

‘ the circuitry in your frame is almost entirely fried. that’s from what metroplex carried that transferred to you, so, you will be extra sensitive to a majority of everyday tasks. they’ll heal on their own, but you’ll need medication. ’

{ he’s glancing at rotorstorm… make sure she takes it! }

when can… i go home…?

{ the nurses side eye one another with slight curiosity, then the doctor is kind enough to reply. she’s good enough to go home if she’s returning to ONLY be on bed rest. sunwire is anxiously fiddling with the thin blankets while he elaborates… }

{ BUT THEY’RE SCARING HERRRR!! she just wants to go home, there’s too many in this room right now… gasping in pain when one of the nurses tries to check her helm for damage. OWCH!! }

that hurts… ( 😞 )

ah! they told me about the issue with metroplex… they must’ve felt bad about this whole ordeal—

{ thankfully, only medical staff come bursting through to avidly check the poor cityspeaker, sitting there frightened as they all come in with their questions and concerns. rotorstormmm… * 😖 }

panicking…?

{ lifting her hazy gaze to glance out of the little window her hospital room door has— that camien out there is definitely going to alert the nurses she’s up. }

ahh. i see. who called you…? i hope they didn’t tear you away from your class.

rotorst—

{ very bad mistake to try and rise up so quickly, nearly yelping out in pain once she gets halfway. her servo immediately rises to grasp the side of her helm, optics dimming. }

oh, solus… what… what happened…? i was just with metroplex…

{ it’s certainly looking like the virus has traveled to sunwire. she lies on the hospital berth, and she’s surely going to be an aching mess once she finally comes to— and it seems as though it’ll be soon, evident from how her digits are subtly twitching. }

mnn…?

{{ luv u lodestar

{ metroplex is oddly more stable now than he was previously, and can offer a coherent reply to lodestar. some sort of virus in the works, but the cityspeaker’s connection temporarily repaired him somehow. }

{ lucky for him, he doesn’t even have any nurses to force a conversation with, they’ve already done their hourly check up on the cityspeaker. she just looks as though she’s sleeping, save for the small dings and scrapes from the fall. the other camien he’s befriended is slinking on after him… }

{ it tends to get that way, considering the issue at hand. the shorter camien is scurrying as fast as their legs can carry, and managing to sidestep the other passerbys! nudging open the door to the clinic, awaiting for the wrecker to pass through. }

‘ go on. in room 4, she’s still… unconscious. ’

{ the guards stood at the gate are NOT happy with this arrangement, but the small group of camiens on the other side seem overjoyed with the wrecker’s appearance. one finally takes a timid step out of the group to bow before rotorstorm… }

‘ that… that’s me. welcome… i’ll escort you, follow me! ’

‘ um… okay. oh, solus, save my spark. ( 😖 ) ’

{ hurry along, out of the care unit and to the gates, little camien. all for a wrecker they admire! }

‘ we can… try. security is amplified when something is wrong with the titan. cityspeaker sunwire was trying to figure out the cause of metroplex’s recent activity and, er… ’

{ the mech is nearly sweating BULLETS over the phone. it’s obvious. }

‘ she’s in the emergency care unit— stable! i swear. ’

‘ h - hello? is this, um, rotorstorm? my name is— actually, that doesn’t matter. we thought it would be best to inform you of the high cityspeaker’s condition right now. ’

‘ are you available to come to the sector? ’

{ RING, RING! there’s a number frantically calling rotorstorm. pick up, wrecker. }

{{ get that hamster the f