The Shadow of Kaon

An easy answer

"Stop struggling, you giant crybaby!" Yelled the medic angrily, using all of his strength to keep the blue mech's servo steady underneath him on the edge of the medberth. "It would already be over if you would just calm down!"

"Let me go!" Breakdown pushed him away, trying to stand up from his seat, but he was forced back as Darkwing leaned on his other arm, weighing it down with her full weight.

"Calm down, Knockout, you just make him more agitated!" She hissed toward the cherry-red mech, but her optics were just as wide with worry as his at the sight in front of them.

No matter how hard the injured mech was attempting to move around, the dripping and smeared energon all over his frame, the missing chunks of armor, the blackish burnmarks, and the hole in the place of his right optic all indicated a clear image of the torture he had suffered at the hands of mere humans not long ago, causing distress even to those who witnessed these mutilations. These were not raw, battlefield-inflicted injuries, but rather methodically caused wounds, taking small parts from all of his body, examining every bit with a cold, unsettling medical curiosity, as if he were nothing more than a soulless machine.

The femme tried to force her mind away from the resemblances between these marks with a very similarly working scientist's systematic dismantling habits that she had a chance to experience with her own optics by shaking her helm quickly.

"How could this even happen?!" She yelled as her joints quietly cracked from using her whole frame in order to keep Breakdown steady. "I thought you were going after a simple Energon signal!"

"Well, it wasn't an Energon signal!" Huffed out the blue mech, getting more and more agitated from being held down, and thrashing around with all his remaining strength. "Those humans... Those fragging... Ugh!"

He reached toward his missing optic, digging into the messed-up hole like he could rip out whatever was causing his loss of sight, and it was only thanks to the medic's quick reaction that he wasn't able to cause further harm as Knockout grabbed his wrist and pressed it back down.

"I can't work like this!" The red mech shouted, his digits tightening around the tool in his hand that he used to close up the still-dripping injuries of his partner, smudged Energon covering his palms and his usually perfect finish over his servos.

"Did you try giving him some sedatives?" Darkwing turned toward him, but before she could even finish her question, the medic shook his helm quickly.

"I wasn't sure if those fleshlings did something else outside of offlining his pain receptors." He responded, brows furrowing as he concentrated his attention on the next bleeding cut in front of him. "What if they gave him something, and it reacts badly with the sedatives? We can't risk it now..."

The tool trembled in his unsteady hand, both from exhaustion and nervousness as he glanced up toward the femme, hoping that she would find a solution to this situation.

Even if he didn't feel it, the sight of being dissected while he was still conscious made Breakdown completely lose control. The scattered tools, the flipped-over little medical cart, and the splattered blue spots all around the floor showed it all too clearly how much they struggled to even get him into a lying position, but even now, it took all of their strength to keep him steady like this, making sure that he couldn't jump up. She was no expert in medical procedures, and Knockout was already in an unstable state, too focused on his current task to be able to think about anything else... but if they wanted to patch the mech up, they first needed to calm him down, so at least he would stop struggling against their help.

Darkwing stared blankly for a second, balancing herself on the blue mech servo while he still tried to escape their hold, grunting loudly with every attempt, then, by slowly leaning closer, she called out his name softly.