Birds of a Feather

Chapter 1

They came to, and looked around. Everything was white, and clean. With IVs, beeping monitors, medical berths, curtains, and stuff. Like a hospital.

They looked and noticed they were thoroughly covered in lines poking into them, had a beeping monitor beside them with the pulse, and were in a medical berth themself.

Beside them, where a berth was supposed to be locked, was empty. And their twin was nowhere to be found.

"Wh-where-?!" They slightly shrieked in alarm. "Feather?? Featherflame???" They looked around, as if they'd somehow find them, while sat here.

"Well, one of our sleeping beauties is awake." A gruff voice commented from somewhere, and rolling of wheels was also heard.

They looked in that direction, and there was their white and blue shaded twin on one themself, a mask and optical covering on their face, and a whole lot of other stuff attached to them, while two bots rolled the berth back into place.

"Feather!"

The older looking one with a chevron of some sort looked to the other brighter colored one with a visor and mask.

"First Aid, go put that into the console for their file that we're building. And maybe we'll find something on them now."

"The name?"

"Yes."

The younger one - 'First Aid' let go and turned to go do that, walking to the console.

"No!" They screeched, and the two bots seemed to jolt, but little more. "Get away from him!"

"Look, kid." After locking the berth in place properly, the older one spoke again, while fixing everything around properly. "We're just doing our jobs, and trying to save you and your twin, here."

The younger one turned to them now. "Ol' Ratchet there-"

"I'm not old."

"-is a little gruff. We found you two floating adrift in space, barely alive." They said, concerned, before approaching, and they recoiled away on the berth from the medic.

"I'm First Aid, and that's Ratchet." They said gesturing between them. "We're medics. Ratchet is the CMO of the ship, and I'm his 'apprentice', so to speak." They politely introduced. "We're not going to hurt you. That would go against our oath."

"Some 'oath' doesn't matter. Medics still hurt people." They hissed.

"Then I'd like to meet those doctors so I can personally revoke both their medical license, and their living privileges." Ratchet said with a dark scowl, obviously angry about it.

"Ratchet."

"It's malpractice, and goes against the hippocratic oath." Ratchet growled. "They ought to have the life beaten out of them for it."

"Please."

"It's fact. You know it, First Aid." Ratchet reaffirmed in response to First Aid's begging. "In fact; oh to be a fly on the wall when you tell your brothers."

"Ratchet." First Aid drawlingly groaned. "You're not helping."

Ratchet shut up, and rolled his optics with no more than a scoff, still irritated though.

"I'm sorry about him." First Aid apologized. "May I please have your name?"

They hummed a firm no.

"Can you at least give me something? Pronouns, a nickname, something, anything, just to call you??" First Aid pleaded.

They were silent for a while. "Rose Red."

"Rose Red?"

"You can call me Rose Red. And him Snow White." They gestured to their twin.