open | first medibay shift

[asafepairofhands]

WHO: Ratchet and you!
WHAT: First shift in the medibay
WHERE: The medibay
WHEN: early in March
WARNINGS: Medical stuff? None otherwise


If you have a reason to come into the medical bay, there's a new face around. Ratchet is acquainting himself with the place, learning where things are, triage protocols, and building a workspace for his ten-foot self over in the corner so he doesn't have to hunch over the tables they already have.

He will also be in his human form, with his ambulance body tucked into a corner, helping to tidy the smaller, regular-sized instruments and supplies that are used regularly.

If he isn't doing that, he'll be sitting and reading up on organic medicine, just in case anybody squishy comes in with an injury of some sort. He knows the real test will be the next kaiju fight, but for now he's just making himself comfortable. Please feel free to disturb him.

Comments

[asafepairofhands]

"Part of the reason it took that long is because Cybertronians come in a truly incredible array of shapes, sizes, and alt modes, and most of them require different care. Lucky for you, you just have to focus on one, so you should pick it up more quickly."

Ratchet sends over the wound care information as well, more than a little impressed with this human who heard 'a million years in medical school' and responded with grim determination.

"It's a lot to learn, so don't push too hard. Like I said, I can mostly maintain myself. But any assistance is appreciated."

[curingidiocy]

Well, that certainly makes more sense. If Cybertronian biology varied that greatly, standardizing medicine would be a nightmare.

"In that case, what length of time is required become familiar with one Cybertronian's anatomy and medical needs?" he asks. He wouldn't be surprised if the answer was still in the thousands, or maybe even tens of thousands, but if that's the case, he has an actual chance of learning it all.

He looks up at Ratchet, both determined, and even excited, though he does his best to appear unaffected. "Best that you have a contingency. I will do what I can."

[asafepairofhands]

"You know, I don't know it'll take you all that long," Ratchet says, watching Ratio curiously. "You seem pretty determined.

"I'll be available for any questions you might have, so message me any time. I appreciate the effort, Dr. Ratio."

[curingidiocy]

"Check on my progress in a few months. Perhaps I may surprise you," he says lightly, already aware how long this will take.

"Of course. And the same goes for you. Should you have any questions about this planet, its current circumstances, or any other technical problem, I shall endeavour to answer you to the best of my ability."