A Medic! A Medic!

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(Name) only hummed as she looked over her scrapes and stretches in her paint.

She wasn't too badly injured; worst case, she'd just need to put some salve onto the fresh scrapes. She had requested a medic anyway, just to see if her hunch was correct.

She'd have done it herself if she could, but she only knew the basics of repairing, and having a proper professional opinion would be better than a self-diagnosis. She had taken some basic first aid classes before, just because she knew that Luffy and-

Well. She didn't really need them that much anymore. She always took careful care of herself, ever since she had gotten the scars on her body. She wouldn't allow herself another scar, the ones that decorated her frame were enough.

The ones above her energon womb were enough.

"Excuse me, you called?" A smaller mech knocked on the opened door, and (Name) smiled at him as she nodded.

"Ah, yes. My apologies for interrupting your work, however, I'd like to have a check-up. I've been feeling nauseous lately, and oftentimes, I find myself throwing up any energon I eat. Could you perhaps give me an examination?" She said, almost softly, and walked to the examination table to sit, a smile resting on her faceplate.

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