Ch. 3: Helmaches (1/3)

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Time: 0930 hours

Location: Main Base

Status of Location: Unknown

Days Missing: 5

"Ratchet," Ryanna whined. "I don't feel good." "Already?" Ratchet asked. "Your symptoms are earlier than expected."

"Does it matter?"

"No, but how severe they are does. Do feel like you'll get sick, in the, you know, human way..."

"You mean do I feel like I'll puke?"

"Yes."

"No, I have a helmache, I really feel exhausted, and I slept fine last night."

"Do you feel warm?"

"No, I checked my temperature. I don't have a fever."

"Hmm, normally you wouldn't get the symptoms until three days from now. It's more serious than expected."

"Well what am I supposed to do?"

"Watch your attitude, you know better."

"Ratchet!"

"Okay, okay. Why don't you lie down and listen to music on your pod-thing for while, rest should help some."

Ryanna nodded, and went to lie down on the couch with her iPod, blanket, and stuffed bunny (remember that?).

When Ratchet knew she had the buds in her hearing sensors (ears) and the music playing, "Bulkhead."

"Yeah, Ratch?" Bulkhead asked, walking into the room.

"Do me a favor and watch Rya for a while while I go get some supplies from the storage area."

"Is Rya okay?"

"She's came down with the symptoms earlier than she should have, I'm afraid it might get more serious than it already is."

"Is she gonna be okay?"

"As long as she stays off her feet, and takes it slow and easy. Help her with her inhaler, usage is gonna have to double."

"You sure?"

"This is the second time it's happened to her."

"What was the first?"

"When her father traveled to Cybertron's core."

"Alright, I'll be right here."

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