#[ 💊 v01; oracle of delphi 💊 ]

[pharmanic]

He was running out of time. He had merely a few days left before Tarn would make his next appearance for his payment. So far, Pharma had been on top of things. But this time around he was falling short, and he knew that wasn't going to slide. It would put the whole clinic at risk. But spare T-Cogs don't just fall from the sky— it had to come from somewhere. Patients just weren't dying fast enough. Waiting until his employees had retired for the night, he decided to make his move.

He knew exactly which room he was going to. A patient who was already circling the drain. Keeping him stabilized was a feat in itself, and by no means comfortable. He enters the room quietly, watching as the poor mech glances up to him weakly. "Hello, Sidewire. I'm just doing some final check-ins before I turn in for the night."

Despite the unusual circumstances, Sidewire seemed relatively unbothered. Why should he be? Pharma has, up until this point, done everything to keep him alive. "What's that, doc?" Sidewire glances at a syringe that the medijet is preparing.

Am I really about to do this? It's a mercy at this point, the poor thing. But this is far more than stealing from a corpse. Sidewire could still make it, and I'm going to remove that possibility as a whole...

"Just a little pain medication to try and help you through the night. Just relax." The injection is placed into the IV drip, slowly. It was a relaxant— one used before surgeries. It helps to slow everything down, evening slowing the flow of energon to regulate how much is lost when incisions happen. For a patient about to undergo a procedure, that's not such a big deal. But for a patient already struggling, it could easily be lethal.

It's this or Ambulon. This or First Aid. This or the hundreds of patients who are absolutely on the road to recovery.

Within minutes, every movement from Sidewire was heavy and labored, even trying to keep his optics open seemed a hassle. "....Doc... I'm–... I'm really tired... I can't move..."

"I know." Pharma sighed, moving to sit down beside the other on the medberth. "It's alright, just relax, it's ok." Gingerly he reaches his servo out to hold onto the patient's. Just as he had done time and time again for end of life situations.

"....I can't... stay awake..." Each word feels forced out. "Can I go to sleep now, Doc?"

"Yes." Pharma continues to gently rub his digits over the other's servo. "You may sleep now, it's alright." His jaw tenses, everything in his being going into preventing himself from breaking down right then and there. If he is going to do this, he doesn't want Sidewire scared as he goes.

He watches the patient go to sleep, and waits for the tell-tale sign of the spark monitor fizzling out. It's only when he's certain the mech passed that he finally let's himself sob, helm in hands.

He doesn't know how many more times he will have to do this.

[pharmanic]

"Oh please, like you ever fully follow any instructions or demands from myself and Ambulon. You're not fooling me with that excuse." Pharma chuckles. He hates to see her go but doesn't mind watching her leave.

But once he hears the lock of the door click, optics race back to her. Oh shit this worked? "Oh? Change of spark?"

*sprawling himself against an autopsy table*

oh dear, i appear to have fallen onto this table... whatever shall i do? i sure hope no nurse is near by to use me~!

“Wh- I just sanitized that!” First Aid throws a servo out with a sigh of exasperation. “Besides, according to you and Ambulon I’m no longer qualified to perform an autopsy. I’m a nurse, after all.” She scoffs.

She turns to leave then stiffens, turning back at the last second and locking the door. “Forget the qualifications, come here-!”

[pharmanic]

“Sir? It’s…Our shift ended for the night.” First Aid peeks through the door, cautiously entering with a soft knock. “I brought you something.”

She moves forward and sets a flask on the edge of Pharma’s desk. “It’s not engex, don’t worry. Just some light energon for a pick me up.” She smiles, optics cycling behind her visor. “Keep up your strength! Your part of the ward is a bit…hectic tonight, haha!”

First Aid had a habit of just showing up at times. Thankfully, this time at least, he's not in the middle of something he has to scurry to hide away from public view. No, for now he's just dealing with paperwork and charting. The CMO doesn't acknowledge her entrance. Not till she approaches him.

Optics glance over to the object she places on the desk. "Ah. Well thank you." A servo slowly reaches for it to pull it closer to himself. "When is my side of the ward not hectic..." He mutters to himself.

"It's a little late for you to be wondering around. As you said, our shift is over. Should you not be retiring for the night?"

[pharmanic]

First Aid throws open Pharma’s office door and slams her new qualifications on his cluttered desk.

“LOOK! HAHA!” She laughed maniacally, tapping incessantly at the document with increasing vigor. “I’ve been named CMO! I’m your boss now! HA!”

"No. Absolutely not. You haven't even been repromoted to Doctor, why the hell would they make you CMO—....?" Optics scan through he papers, each new line of text growing in franticness.

"...This is ridiculous! Who the hell agreed to these? No one said anything to me about it. Why would they make such a change now??"

[pharmanic]

Different anon: Aw come on Pharma~ If I told you, the fun would be over! Just let First Aid have this. She'd make a good CMO, don't you think?

"It has nothing to do with whether or not I think she is capable." In all honesty, he knows she could. Maybe. With more time and practice. She is incredibly talented, skilled even.

But that's the least of his concerns. With her as CMO, all his complications with a certain sadistic tank would be harder to handle and keep under wraps— and he has no intentions of trying to pull her into this mess any more than she already technically is. He won't let him hurt her the way he hurt him.

"This is not the solution you think it is."

[pharmanic]

"Clearly you don't know much about her. She will make this insufferable for everyone and if YOU want your weekly scheduled T-Cogs then this will only complicate the process. Harder to hide things from her when she thinks she needs to spend all her time in MY space."

"Can you really be CMO if the document giving you that power is falsified? It would be far kinder to just... let her have her fun."

[pharmanic]

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

injury prompts

It was getting harder and harder to keep up appearances. The most recent visit from Tarn had ended disastrously. Pharma had been short on quota. Realization was beginning to dawn on him that only collecting from the dead or nearly dead wouldnt be cut it for much longer. Tarn had made his frustrations clear, in a swift attack. Sitting on the floor of his office, trying desperately to stay awake enough to patch himself up.

But nothing is ever simple. A knock at the door.

"....Who is it? I'm very busy at the moment you should come back later—" Pharma barely finished his sentence as First Aid bursts in. Aid liked to do check ins time to time when Pharma was distant. It only complicated things further.

"Ah. I'm alright, Aid. Just-...Had to administer some meds to one of our confused patients. You know how they can get." Between illnesses and injuries and war focused PTSD, it wasnt uncommon for patients to be a bit hostile. Pharma squints, trying to properly focus in on how many digits are being held up to him. Maybe he was more dizzy than he thought..

"...its-... well its clearly-...... Aid this isn't necessary, I'm fine."

[pharmanic]

x || @aidings

First Aid notices the pause and feels the air in the room stifle. Her back struts prickle with unease. Pharma had been…different, lately. She couldn’t quite place her servo on what, but the shifty way he cycled his optics and the nervous shake in his servos was enough. Just muster the courage and ask already!

First Aid cleared her intake awkwardly and paused at the door, turning back for an uncomfortable shift on unsteady pedes. “Heh, um…are you sure you’re alright? There’s nothing you want to,” she paused nervously, trying to find the words without sounding nosy. “That you want to talk about? About work?”

Well. This was certainly a more awkward exchange. But just as he feels he's in the clear as she walks away, she simply turns right back around. He sighs, but tries to keep it quiet.

"No, Aid. There's nothing to talk about. If you want to discuss patients at this hour, I would suggest reading the charts." He grumbles. "Why? Is there something you wish to discuss?"

[pharmanic]

@shiningsilverarmor : "Okay, I have you, I have you -" Shining silver armor sweeping in before the fall!

Messatine for the most part was wide open frozen landscapes, not many people or places around. He wouldn't have expected anyone to have been there— but he didn't even have time to think about that currently.

He knows he fell, and he's in a shocked state of panic, falling downwards towards the snow ( and whatever hides beneath it all, you never really know )

Suddenly he feels resistance, as something— or someone— suddenly swipes him up. Optics take a few moments to adjust before finally looking to the stranger.

"....wha-.... who....?"

[pharmanic]

@medicillin : "I can't even think straight anymore... maybe I need to sleep." First Aid mumbled, letting her bleary gaze refocus into the conversation at hand.

Pharma had said...something. She couldn't quite process what. They'd been swamped by a bomber that crashed nearby; 42 injured. Delphi was small and unequipped for such a case, but they had managed. Patients in the hallways, patients in the habsuites, a few groaning in First Aid's office...it was a lot.

A lot meant not a lot of recharge. "I- hm. I'll sleep soon... Just gotta... finish-"

THUNK. Her helm hit the datapad they'd been sharing, and she was down for the count.

"Yes, you do." He had been trying to tell the young medic to take a break for a while now, but she was a stubborn one. [ Did she learn that from me? ] Of course it was busy, there was plenty to do. But she wouldn't be able to help anyone if she was in and out of consciousness like that.

"I'm fine to continue on my own for a bit. I can always call Ambulon if I need further assistance but you can't just—" Next thing he knows, the nurse is out like a light, face down on their datapad.

"Brilliant." He groans sarcastically, moving to carefully and steadily scoop the ambulance up. Best to bring her to her berth for now. If she stayed in that position, she'd wake up sore.

[pharmanic]

Different Anon: I know who it is~ And it's not the other First Aid. I COULD tell you, but where's the fun in that?

"WHY DOES THIS NONSENSE ALWAYS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME? WHOEVER YOU ARE, JUST KNOW MY CHAINSAW IS REVVING."

[pharmanic]

Its okay Pharma, your getting your own set of forged paperwork for near every medical thing possible.

For both above and below your station.

"Okay, but why would I want any of that?? I am the damn CMO!"

"I dont need any more responsibilities than I already have to shoulder. Nor do I need anymore spontaneous metaphorical potholes to try and leap over as I manage this clinic!"

[pharmanic]

@medicillin asked: “Hey, I’ve got you. You’re okay, I’ve got you!” // injury starters

Rowdy patients were not unheard of by any means. Delphi was no stranger to criminal or violent patients. Thus, precautions and restraints are used as necessary. But Delphi wasn't in top condition, and neither was its supplies. The restraints were old and worn, and Pharma had overestimated their usefulness.

A particularly violent patient had burst free somewhat easily, and ran at the surgeon, coming up from behind and grabbing at the medic's neck, sharp servos digging in deep. "AID—!! I NEED YOU IN HERE. NOW."

By the time the debacle was sorted and the patient once again restrained, Pharma found himself collapsed against the wall. Normally, it might not have been such a big deal. Had it not been for the fact that in his most recent transaction from Tarn. Tarn had also gone for the jet's throat, and with the new injury, it was agonizing.

Icy optics glance up to the nurse weakly. "...It's— it's ok. I'm alright, Aid." He moved a servo to his neck, before retracting it as he felt the familiar wet substance taint his fingers.

Ah. Great.

[pharmanic]

Pharma is quiet for a moment. There's a pang of guilt within him as she speaks. She shouldn't be concerned about him. She shouldn't be helping him. His health is of no concern to him while he does what he does.. he is undeserving of—

he's pulled from spiraling thoughts when she speaks again. "No... No, I'm alright. Thank you, Aid." He's curious when she'll finally head to her room for the night. He can't exactly start his night shift till she does.

“Sir? It’s…Our shift ended for the night.” First Aid peeks through the door, cautiously entering with a soft knock. “I brought you something.”

She moves forward and sets a flask on the edge of Pharma’s desk. “It’s not engex, don’t worry. Just some light energon for a pick me up.” She smiles, optics cycling behind her visor. “Keep up your strength! Your part of the ward is a bit…hectic tonight, haha!”

First Aid had a habit of just showing up at times. Thankfully, this time at least, he's not in the middle of something he has to scurry to hide away from public view. No, for now he's just dealing with paperwork and charting. The CMO doesn't acknowledge her entrance. Not till she approaches him.

Optics glance over to the object she places on the desk. "Ah. Well thank you." A servo slowly reaches for it to pull it closer to himself. "When is my side of the ward not hectic..." He mutters to himself.

"It's a little late for you to be wondering around. As you said, our shift is over. Should you not be retiring for the night?"