half the bot I used to be / open!

[heelys]

Who: Bumblebee (tfa) and You!
When: Throughout September
Where: Medbay for first half of the month and then his room during the second half.
What: Bumblebee got ripped in half by Megatron and has to be bed ridden for a month due to technical difficulties. This is recovery throughout September. Getting stabilised in the medbay for the first half and then being moved to his room the second.
Warnings: Mentions of Robot gore, medical gore, PTSD, small robot children getting maimed.



[[ooc; lemme know if you want a specific prompt! hit me up over on purapea if you wanna hash things out]]

[Med-bay]
[The last thing he can remember is Megatron and pain. The huge Deception towering over him, making everything dark and shadowy just by standing there, pleased by what he’d done. Pain firing along every sensor the young bot had; burning hot and excruciating suddenly snapping off as tubing and robotic sinew got torn from his abdomen and he was tossed aside like garbage. The look Megatron had when he discarded him.

The first thing Bee does when he wakes up is scream, optics flying open, pale and terrified as he shakes in the bed he’d been put in. He’s not in any pain right now, but the memory is still fresh and raw, and it sends his fuel tank clenching, spark practically leaping into his mouth from fear. His tank tries to empty itself, but there’s nothing in there, so he curls onto his side retching and shaking, vents labouring as he tries to calm down.

Maybe it had just been a dream. Just a dream that was really realistic, one that has seared it’s way onto his processor, that sadistic grin of Megatron’s being the only thing he can see when his optics go offline. He really wants to throw up.

He stays like that for a little while, trying to figure out what’s happening, what’s going on, and actually manages to calm himself somewhat. Right up until he tries to sit up in the bed.

Bee can’t feel his legs. He can’t feel anything below his waist.

Oh. Frag.

His optics feel so hot, his processor going into overload as he tries to not have a full on panic attack, condensation collecting and pouring down his face as he shakes, reaching down to try and feel for his legs.

It was okay! It was okay. They could just be clipped back on right? This wasn’t the first time he’d had his legs removed. Right? But… that time. They had been taken off in the right way. Not torn from his body, pulling out all the internal wiring.

Bumblebee quietly cries on the bed, yelping when his hands find nothing. He’s not in any physical pain, someone must have turned off his sensitivity to make sure he could be repaired. He wishes that his head could be turned off just as easily.

It was going to be okay. Ratchet is here. Ratchet can fix it.

Right?

Bumblebee spends the first few days in the medbay pretty quiet and shellshocked. He doesn't really speak to anyone unless he's forced, staring through people rather than looking at them in the eye. His legs are recovered pretty soon after he wakes up, and he watches them from his bed get worked on, being unusually timid and silent.

The funny thing is, Prowl would be amazed he could keep his mouth shut for more then ten minutes. If anyone comes to visit him, they're greeted by a very small, hurt looking bot, who is going to need a lot of encouragement to get to talk.]

- - - -

[Bee's Room]
[After about a week of being trapped in the medbay, Ratchet finally gives up. He can’t do it right now, and though Bee is stabilised, he’s no where near repaired. His legs were found and brought in, but they’re so damaged that it’s not a simple case of just reconnecting everything. They were crushed and everything was torn out. Everything needs to be rebuilt and recalibrated. And even though Bumblebee wants to get out of here, his legs are important. Rushing Ratchet is a bad idea, and frankly he doesn’t really want anyone else to work on him. No human, at least.

He’s supposed to be the fastest thing on four wheels. If anyone can fix him, Ratchet can.

Still, having all this free time to himself as he waits for Ratchet to poke and prod him, doesn’t really help his impatience. Bumblebee grows very bored very quickly, and if he lets his mind wander too much he has to relive everything in gruesome detail. He’s not talking about what happened. He hasn’t spoken a word of it to anyone, instead changing the subject if anyone tries to question him. But sooner or later, Bumblebee is going to have to talk.

About a week after Ratchet gives up, Bee is moved back into his room, Ratchet wanting him out of his hair and since there’s nothing he can do right now, being bored in his room is a better place for him. He tries to sleep a lot of the time, but finds it hard when Megatron is waiting for him in the darkness. He spends a lot of his time watching movies that people bring him, and bothering his friends over the MID to bring him things to do, trying to keep busy.]

Comments

MED BAYYYYYYYYY

[knaval]

[whatever riptide had been doing in the medibay before, the sounds bee makes instantly makes him stop. he's over at this bed side in a flash and despite wanting to hug and tell him it's okay, he knows he shouldn't do either.

he grips the side of the berth, regardless.]

Bee? Bee, can you look at me?

[heelys]

[The small bot continues to shake and cry, almost not even registering that Riptide is there. And when he does, he flinches at the size of him, optics paling even more and condensation running down his faceplate. He looks terrified.

Realisation settles in that it's not Megatron, it's just Riptide, and Bee buries his face in his hands, hiccuping. He doesn't want anyone to see him like this--to see him this broken. Least of all Riptide.]

[knaval]

I'm not going to hurt you, Bee, it's okay.

[riptide's spark clenches so hard seeing bee like this.]

Deep vents, okay? Get it all out.

[heelys]

[Bumblebee doesn't say anything. He's not sure he can right now. He remains shaking on the berth, his vents stuttered and short as he struggles to breathe, seemingly ignoring Riptide.]

Closed to Riptide; Bee's room

[heelys]

[He's so bored. He's never been this bored in his life, and even with Riptide squeezed into his room to watch a movie with him (they were worried about moving him without Ratchet's permission, since he's not sure what exactly is going on down there) Bumblebee is still struggling to keep his attention fixed on the images.

He fumbles with his fingers, fidgeting, obviously distracted, frowning at where his legs should be. He wants to run and race and move, and being confined to one spot is slowly driving him crazy. And he's getting mad and frustrated and upset about it all over again.]

I'm--[he clenches his fists, shaking a little.] I'm so sick of this!

[knaval]

Woah!

[he'd been expecting an outburst at some point - he had plenty himself - but he'd been particularly into the movie and jolts slightly.]

--I mean, there has to be something we can do to get you out and about.

[heelys]

[Bumblebee vents angrily, slipping back down against the berth from the sheer force of slamming his arms against his chest when he crosses them. And then he's staring up at the ceiling, looking utterly lost.]

That's it. I'm never walking again. This is it. I'm a useless hunk of scrap.

room

[wallride]

Hey, Bee!

[how did lúcio find out? how did lúcio even get in? not important.]

Check this out, dude!

[he skates towards the wall, hopping up onto it and using the momentum to stick, grinding up to the berth and hopping off next to bee.]

I practised that for ages! Just to say hi!

[heelys]

[Bee is sort of awkwardly propped up against a wall, with stuff put at the bottom of his body so that he doesn't slip back down again. He's missing a lot of his tiny hips, so actually sitting up without help is difficult.

Bee blinks in surprise, flinching just slightly. If anything he hates how this whole experience has made him so jumpy now.]

Lúcio! [Finally, a distraction from his own head.]

That was awesome!

[wallride]

Right?

[he smoothly slides down into a sitting position, looking up at bee.]

How you hanging, man? I came by to give you a track I mixed just for you.

MEDBAY

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Whirl is still there when he wakes up, because as it turns out you are not left on your own after you attempt to rip your own plating off. Bee's complete and utter meltdown is something Whirl is aware of but mostly is still in the horrible sort of mood left over from his own problem and hasn't exactly spoken to much of anybody himself. But, once most of the crew has gone into night cycle, aka when there are no other Cybertronians present, Whirl gets up from the corner he's been taking up and, fairly quietly for a giant helicopter, Whirl sits himself down by Bee's bed like a large, obnoxious gargoyle.

He doesn't really say anything, in fact he's not totally sure if the brat is up or not but he does almost immediately start flicking his claws, folding them out one at a time, then flicking them back against his rotors, one side then the other. He's only gotten them back in the past day and he's still having...issues. ]

[heelys]

[It's be a pretty long and stressful day, and Bumblebee had been slipping into recharge on and off during it. Sometimes forced, to calm him down, other times just by accident. He never stays asleep for very long when it's not artificial, dreams haunting him and scaring him awake. He can't stop the image of Megatron filling his subconscious, reliving everything in high definition detail as his processor tries to sort through everything. It doesn't much help.

He jolts awake at the noise as Whirl sits down, optics glowing bright blue in the relative gloom of the medbay in fright as the large figure remains silent. It's only after a few moments that Bee even realises that it's Whirl, and seems to relax just a little.

Though the last time they'd seen each other, it had been very different.

He watches Whirl move those claws quietly, not really feeling like saying anything either.]

[harderfasterwrecker]

[His claws fold in, and fold out in a series of clicks, before turning in their wells, and then back. These ones are more articulate than what he'd first had. Or his ones from his wrecker days, and those memories are a little closer than he'd like them to be right now.

He pauses, and looks down at the other bot, only really obvious in the way he shifts his whole helm to show it off.]

Go back to recharge, scraplet.

[His voice sounds even and mechanical, closer to normal but without any of the effort he usually puts into inflection.]

VISITING MEDBAY

[redshitlord]

Okay, check this out! I raided what's left of the cargo bay and... surprise! Space comics!

[Sideswipe's method for taking care of bad things is just to not... acknowledge them. Just pretend he's here for reasons other than the obvious. To keep on carrying on and soldiering on and be as upbeat as possible.]

[This is no different.]

[He doesn't burst in, though. He starts talking while he's well and out of the room. Just so he doesn't totally surprise and scare the little bot he's here to see.]

There was a whole stack of 'em too! Go figure, right?

[heelys]

[That's usually how Bumblebee goes about his business too... but it's harder when the situation is staring at him in the face. He should be fine, this isn't the first time something like this has happened. But last time it was a prank. He was fairly certain Megatron would've killed him if somebody hadn't stepped in.]

--Sideswipe! [he shuffles up as best he can into a sitting position, sensors turned off so he can't feel any pain. It's mostly just frustrating now rather than painful. Physically at least.

He looks at the taller bot, tilting his head.]

Seriously? That's weird. Are you... are you back to normal?

[redshitlord]

Hey, man.

[As he plunks himself down beside the other bot. Handing over a stack of comics -- they're probably all knockoffs from some other galaxy, but hey. Comics are comics, right?]

[And he's grinning, too. Maybe that counts for something.]

Yeah, dude. I'm all... y'know. Realigned or whatever.

Sorry about that stuff.

MEDBAY

[iseedeadbees]

[Bee's horrible shrieking startles Starscream out of his own recharge. Half in a drowsy panic, he sits bolt upright, immediately regretting the sudden movement as burning pain shoots through his circuits. It takes him a few seconds to remember that he's not being crunched by Megatron anymore. He manages to calm himself down, and after few more seconds he realizes that he's in the medbay. Safe.

Minus at least one wing, face smashed all to hell and his abdominal plating dented and mangled, still very much in pain, but still safe. He could deal with this. What he wasn't willing to deal with was all the annoying sounds coming from the other end of the room. That is until he realizes that it's Bumblebee, and his spark sinks. For some reason. He still doesn't understand why he's so concerned about the tiny Autobot, but he's too exhausted to question himself about it.

He probably shouldn't be moving right now, but he wanted to at least check on the little guy. Not that he'd probably be able to comfort him at all, he had no idea where to even start, but hey. He pushed himself to his feet, unsteadily making his way over to Bumblebee and all but collapsing into the nearest seat.

He doesn't really say anything. He just kind of grunts at him. Look man it took all the energy he'd managed to work up just to get over here okay give him a break.]

[heelys]

[As the huge form settles next to him, Bumblebee visibly flinches, curling tighter on himself, shaking. He's expecting a blow, something to finish the job, but when it doesn't come he uncurls after a few moments. It's okay. He's in the medbay still. He's okay. Well. Most of him is.

Tears still dribble down his face, something that he wasn't even aware was possible until recently, looking cautiously up at Starscream as he towers over him. Normally, that wouldn't have had much of an effect on him but with Megatron ripping him into two pieces, his trust of ex-Decepticon is wavering.]

What d'you want? [he tries to rub at his face, trying to get the condensation to clear so he doesn't look as much of a mess, unable to stop the trembling that's wracking his frame.]

[iseedeadbees]

[He glances at Bee for a moment before he reaches for a rag or something on a near by counter. His hand trembles unsteadily as he offers it to Bumblebee, since he's still pretty damn banged up and exhausted himself, and he doesn't really make eye contact. He's already kind of outside of his comfort zone okay give him a break.]

Nothing. You were making noises.

[See he's even being nice and not outright telling him to shut up.]

[medbay]

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet hears that scream and is at the side of Bumblebee's slab in moments, his optics pale as he reaches out, one huge, trembling hand catching Bumblebee's shoulder.]

I've got you. You're all right. You're safe.

[heelys]

[It actually takes him a few moments to calm down, venting erratically as suddenly a large servo grabs him. He tries to shove it away, his panicking only growing worse as he tries to scramble away from whatever has him. But then Ratchet talks and the familiar voice permeates the terror, his optics flying open to look up at the familiar mech, his face still wet and shining to the condensation.]

Ratchet?! [He looks so small next to Ratchet's servos, his vocaliser only managing small noises too. But you can see him calm down instantly when he realises who has him, not squirming and struggling anymore but still looking shell shocked and terrified.]

What happened!? Where are my legs?

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet's grip is gentle but implacable, not letting Bee thrash enough to reinjure himself but not letting go.]

They're being repaired, just like the rest of you, and I'll put them back on as soon as I can. How much do you-- [He cuts himself off, his lips pressing into a thin line.] ...it was Megatron. A lot of people... I don't know. Lost time, me included. Lost their memories. Megatron was one of them, and he hurt a couple of people before he came back to his senses. I'm still working on the damage he did, but you're safe now, I promise.

Medbay, though he'll be visiting every day.

[whatshisname]

[Rung came by daily to see Bumblebee. He sat beside him in the medbay, clearly concerned. He could tell the young Autobot was in shock, and knew he needed to approach this traumatized mech very carefully with the subject of what happened.]

It's good to see you awake.

[heelys]

[Though he's been aware of Rung's presence in and around the medbay, he's not actually spoken a word to him. It's been a long few days between the repairs Ratchet's managed to do and the shock had only just started to subside. Talking is only just something he's started to manage, and even then he doesn't mention anything about what had happened exactly. Not even to his friends.

He glances at Rung with exhausted optics, fiddling with his fingers to try and keep himself doing something. He's practically got cabin fever with all this laying about he's being forced to do.]

Can't get recharge anyway. [he gives a small shrug--or at least as best of one he can manage in his current state.]

[whatshisname]

I imagine it's rather hard to relax right now. Perhaps I can interest you in a game of some sort?

[Hey, sometimes distractions can be good too.]