Day 43: Sun Room, Second Shift

[arc_wrench]

When the shift changed, HK stayed put. Even after a long night of zombie killing, he had no interest in meatbag fuel, especially after all the discussion of chocolate with that rather strange meatbag. It was just making him crave the stuff even more than he had previously, if that was possible

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[runner_up_robot]

Forte was wheeled back into the sun room, near the bulletin board, at his request. He'd always ignored the nurses as much as possible, and having to have one feed him was something he'd rather put behind him. Now he could at least read the bulletin board... well, the posts at the bottom. His right hand was held against his chest by the sling, and his left was hampered by the bandages (and pain), so he could pull a message down to read, but he couldn't write one of his own. He could barely write with his right hand, anyway.

[free, no limit, though people he knows would be nice]

[scalyfishman]

[If you don't mind? :3]

After that awkward conversation, Depth Charge was just about ready to curl up and drop into stasis lock for the rest of the day. Pit, make that the rest of the week. Once Scourge and Lugnut were gone he settled back into his armchair, sighing. This place was starting to get into his processor. Make him do stupid things. Maybe they put something in the painkillers that turned you into a mellow sap and shot your rear strut for scrap.

That was the trouble with the Institute; he couldn't get his head around the sudden changes. Every spark-pounding night warped into a sleepy day and back again, all without a moment's warning. He was lucky he hadn't started to see things ye-

In a wheelchair, by the bulletin board, was Forte.

Slowly, Depth Charge sat up. Forte didn't flicker, simply went on reading the notices. The younger bot was bandaged and bundled like a soldier after the final push.

He had a right to be. He was dead. Slag it, he'd seen him die, watched the light leave his eyes. This had to be a trick. Some

[runner_up_robot]

[what, he's not in the mood to see dead people walk sitting around?]

Forte had sent the nurse away, although of course she looked worried and simply moved into the background with the rest. He couldn't really get any privacy from them, but at least she wasn't hovering. From what he could see, something had happened last night, besides what he remembered. Of course, there were a few people, talking about what was happening, and what day it was, but Forte didn't even know what day it had been, so-

-and then someone touched his arm. As usual, he'd been completely unaware of his surroundings, and would have jumped if he could. As it was, he straightened immediately, then turned to see his attacker. When he recognized the face, through his foggy memory, Forte grinned widely.

"We won."

[scalyfishman]

Depth Charge's fingertips met rough bandage and then Forte moved. Automatically he jerked back, chest tightening. He may even have gasped. All he could think was that this was no illusion. This was reality.

What the Pit was going on?! Forte had died nearly three nights before and that was that. 'Getting better' wasn't an option. You didn't just come back from death. But come back he had, and now the Maximal found himself staring at him, aghast, wondering if he was on the brink of some kind of nervous breakdown. Primus only knew, he was long overdue as it was.

But Forte didn't seem to have noticed. He was actually smiling, as if he'd just been on some kind of vacation or something. Finally, he managed to speak. "You can't be serious."

[runner_up_robot]

Depth Charge seemed more scared to see Forte than vice-versa, but the injured 'bot payed it no mind. After all, Forte had been sure he was dying at the time. However...

"Why not? That thing was dead, you're alive, and it looks like so am I. So, we won." He stopped smiling to ask, "how long has it been?"

[scalyfishman]

This couldn't be happening, but it was. Depth Charge shook his head slowly, rubbing his temples as though they would suddenly right his vision and he'd be alone again. Nothing happened- Forte was most definitely still there.

He wanted to be happy. Truly, he did. But there was still part of him that was just too suspicious and too cynical to take it in at all. "Guess so," he answered wearily, leaning on the wall. "It's been three days. Are you sure I'm not...?" He let the question hang. Even he didn't have the bearings to say the 'c' word.

[runner_up_robot]

Forte was starting to be worried at Depth Charge's reaction - he was more scared than happy to see Forte alive. Three days didn't seem like much, but it was a lifetime in this place (well, apparently Forte's lifetime was about five days. But.)

"I'm here. I'm... recovering. If I weren't real I probably wouldn't hurt so much. But, yeah, somehow I'm alive. It must not have been as bad as it looked."

Sure, it might seem a little suspicious for him to suddenly reappear after several days. But he wasn't going to question it now.

[scalyfishman]

"Kid..." Depth Charge's hand moved down from his temples so that the entire upper half of his face was covered. Either he was trying to keep his mind in or the rest of the world out. Right now, it didn't matter which one. "You looked as though you were dead. Just... just gimme a klik, okay?"

Slowly, he lowered the hand. Yet again, Forte hadn't moved from his spot. So he definitely wasn't dreaming, or hallucinating, or having an episode. It was only then that he finally let the hint of a a slight, cautious smile tug at his features. "Slag. I... never thought I'd see you in daylight again. Are you okay?"

[runner_up_robot]

Forte was starting to feel awkward - he'd never had this kind of reception coming back to Dr. Wily. In fact, after Wily had deemed him a failure and moved on, he almost looked disappointed to find out Forte had survived each fight.

"Yeah, I'm... well, I'm hurt, but I'll be okay. Humans heal, it's happened to me before." That's true, the first night he was human, he got stung in the foot, and Sheena saved him- "Oh! Could you put something on the bulletin board for me?"

[scalyfishman]

'Surreal' wasn't the word for it. It was only when Forte suddenly asked about the bulletin board that Depth Charge finally let the smile reach his eyes. What kind of a stupid, mundane thing was that to do when the 'bot had cheated death? Especially when there was something a lot more pressing that he knew he had to ask.

But was still too early. The wounds were still raw, and asking was going to hurt like a slagger. He distracted himself. "What do you want me to put?"

[runner_up_robot]

"Well, there was this woman that healed me the last time. She was... uh, R-something..." well, it had been a long time, and he certainly hadn't been paying much attention at the time. "Well, she was someone Sheena knew, at the clinic. Just tell Sheena I'm back and I need to talk to her."

[scalyfishman]

"Got it." He scrawled down a short-but-sweet message, addressed it to this 'Sheena' girl and placed it where it was guaranteed to be noticed. It was strange to put faces- and not just faces, but the emotions that came with them- to the notes that had appeared on the note he'd placed himself after Forte's death. Depth Charge glanced at him sideways as he pinned it into place. "She a friend of yours?"

[runner_up_robot]

Forte hesitated - longer than it should take anyone to think about the answer to that question - then nodded, "yeah, I guess so. She's really helped me out."

[scalyfishman]

Forte took his time answering. Enough time for Depth Charge to think about what he'd asked and enough time for its closeness to his original question to hit him hard in gear-shaft. They hadn't been close. Not even a little. But for that night they'd been on the same team, and that meant... it meant a lot of things, all of them the kind of scrap he'd spent most of his life avoiding like rust in case something ever happened. Some good that did.

He cleared his throat. Bracing himself or something. "... look... kid..." The words dried uncomfortably in his throat. "About what happened."

[runner_up_robot]

Forte either was ignoring or didn't notice the increased tension in Depth Charge's voice, and didn't look at his face. Instead he looked down at his slung arm and responded, "Yeah, I was thinking about that. I need some kind of weapon next time, even if it's just a stick. So I can block with that instead of my own body... I guess, in the end, I was mostly bait."

[scalyfishman]

Similarly, Depth Charge almost completely ignored Forte's answer. The ball had started rolling. Stopping it now was going to be even harder than it had been to get it started in the first place.

With a sudden force he turned to face Forte face-on and gripped the arms of his wheelchair, face grim. "That's slag. Total slag. I was the one who should have been keeping an eye out. That was my duty. And I let you down." His grip tightened and for a nanoklik his chest tightened too, as though his ribs had suddenly buckled inwards. "I can't make it right for the people I've failed before, but by Primus I'm going to make it right with you."