Pretty sure he's dreaming, this /can't/ be real...

[memorial_wing]

Who: Thundercracker and OPEN
What: Come meet the newbie?
Where: The main hospital
When: Following this
Warnings: TC being a wounded, distrustful grouch

Wing, Bulkhead, and Jadewing have managed to get their not!trinemate to come in out of the cold, having dragged his busted-up carcass to the nearest Gate, and from there to the hospital. First thread is reserved for Knock Out to come do the actual repair work. After that, he's open for encountering as he sits in the exam room contemplating his life or maybe as he's tottering for the exit, or anywhere in between. The former guard dog gladiator is more lost puppy than trained Doberman right now.

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Super late to the party. >.>

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing had been standing outside Thundercracker's door as an unofficial guard during his session with Knockout. Unnecessary? Probably. But Thundercracker's physical and mental states had put him on edge and made him protective.

Thus, he waited impatiently until Knockout was finished and had told him he could enter before doing so. When he did, I was relieved to see that Thundercracker looked much better. And that he was no longer wearing that fragging collar. He still had no arm weapons, but they could search the warehouse for replacements later, or, failing that, have replacements specially built.

"Well, looks like Knockout's work is up to his usual standards," Jadewing commented. By which he meant 'Glad you're OK.'

Super late to replying so NBD <3

[memorial_wing]

Thundercracker had had to be put out for . . . probably several hours to do all of the work that was required on him. It might almost have been more economical to just transfer his spark into a new body altogether. But what was done, was done.

Thundercracker came back around, sitting up quickly with a hitch of fans. Where was he? Oh . . . right . . . His first thought was to check his right wing. Yes, still black with purple, though the damage had been repaired, the paint freshened up. He remembered discussing his collar with Knock Out, and his hand went to his throat. A soft choked buzz escaped him just as the bounty hunter's Seeker stepped in. His first instinct was to try to hide that his collar was gone, but . . . he let his hand drop, nodding. "Even when seeing to a Seeker. Good to know there's at least one decent medic."

His demeanor's not as stiff or carefully…respectful as it was with Knock Out. With only another Seeker around, he could afford to let his guard down.