[Human!TF] Panic in Aisle 5
Title: Organic Life (Issue 5)- Panic in Aisle 5
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Ratchet, Wheeljack, Sunny, Sides and Bluestreak
Rating: PG-13 for slightly disturbing imagery. Nothing worse than CSI though, I think.
General Summary: It's my deranged human!TF AU where there are no wars, giant robots, or giant purple griffins. It's just people living their lives.
Story Summary: A doctor's work never stops.
AN: I have no idea what proper medical procedure would be in a situation like this. Clank Clank or Boom, is this at all realistic or am I just being a butt-wipe?
Also, apparently this is now set in Canada. Mostly because I think Ratchet would like the idea of free health care.
"Oh my God! Someone get a doctor!"
It was telling that Ratchet's first thought was "Well, at least it happened after the movie."
Ratchet trotted over to the gathering crowd of rubber-neckers, trusting Jack and the twins to follow. Grumpily, he pushed through the crowd.
"I'm a doctor, what seems to be the-Oh my."
Which was about the appropriate thing to say, considering that Walmart was a family store and cursing was not an option.
Apparently one of the displays had come down in a massive can-slide of Campbell's soup. A young man was kneeling on the floor and cradling his head while blood dripped to the ground between his fingers.
Ratchet tapped a shell-shocked Walmart employee on the shoulder.
"If you'd get your store's first-aid kit, that'd be much appreciated."
The blonde started, then nodded frantically and ran off. With that, Ratchet got down on his knees beside his patient, careful not to put his pants in the blood puddle.
"Hey kid, my name's Ray, but people call me Ratchet. I'm a doctor. Lemme take look at that."
"O-okay, Ratchet. Um, my name's Lance, but everyone just calls me Bluestreak bec-augh!"
The boy started to lift his head up, shuddered, and stopped moving, still holding his hands to the side of his head.
"Uh... I don't think that I can move, sir. I mean, I would, because my neck works and everything, but if I move my head I start seeing stars and getting really dizzy and a little bit nauseous."
Ratchet frowned. A distant part of his mind noted that the twins had started pushing the crowd away.
"Okay, kid, this is gonna be uncomfortable, but I need to see your eyes." Gently, Ratchet slipped a hand under the boy's chin and tilted his head up. Bluestreak winced and tried to cover his eyes with his free hand.
Hn. Asians. So damn hard to check pupils when the damn things melt right into the irises.
Still, one of his eyes seemed to be more dialated than the other.
Crap. Concussion.
"Um, sir? Mister doctor?"
The Walmart employee had returned. Thank the heavens. Distractedly, Ratchet thanked her and started poking through the box, searching for gauze.
"Hey kid. Blue? I need to bandage your head up. Can't do that if your hand's stuck over the cut."
Shakily, the kid smiled and let go of his temple. Blood oozed out of the cut, but some of the tension drained out of Ratchet's body when he noted that it was shallow.
Just a scrape, then. Pfft. Head wounds. Always bleed so damn much.
Methodically, Ratchet bandaged Bluestreak's head, then patted him on the back.
"Okay, kid, all done. Up you get. Anyone around who could take you to the hospital?"
"No, I'm here on my own... Uh, I'm really not feeling so great, Mister Ratchet. 'M really dizzy. Do you think I could just... wait here?"
Ratchet didn't even pause to think.
"No. I'm pretty sure you're concussed, which means that driving yourself home is out of the question. You either let me take you to the hospital, or we call an ambulance."
"Wha-!"
Bluestreak's head shot up, then he winced and clapped his hands in front of his face, shaking.
"Ow..."
Ratchet turned and looked up at Wheeljack and the twins, who were waiting expectantly.
"Help me out here? The kid needs to go to the hospital."
The twins grinned gleefully.
"Sure, Doc!"
Bluestreak made a token gesture of discomfort, but didn't put up too much of struggle when the twins pulled him up, flanking him.
"Lead the way!"
Ratchet rolled his eyes.
"Jack, I hope you remember where we parked the car..."
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Ratchet, Wheeljack, Sunny, Sides and Bluestreak
Rating: PG-13 for slightly disturbing imagery. Nothing worse than CSI though, I think.
General Summary: It's my deranged human!TF AU where there are no wars, giant robots, or giant purple griffins. It's just people living their lives.
Story Summary: A doctor's work never stops.
AN: I have no idea what proper medical procedure would be in a situation like this. Clank Clank or Boom, is this at all realistic or am I just being a butt-wipe?
Also, apparently this is now set in Canada. Mostly because I think Ratchet would like the idea of free health care.
"Oh my God! Someone get a doctor!"
It was telling that Ratchet's first thought was "Well, at least it happened after the movie."
Ratchet trotted over to the gathering crowd of rubber-neckers, trusting Jack and the twins to follow. Grumpily, he pushed through the crowd.
"I'm a doctor, what seems to be the-Oh my."
Which was about the appropriate thing to say, considering that Walmart was a family store and cursing was not an option.
Apparently one of the displays had come down in a massive can-slide of Campbell's soup. A young man was kneeling on the floor and cradling his head while blood dripped to the ground between his fingers.
Ratchet tapped a shell-shocked Walmart employee on the shoulder.
"If you'd get your store's first-aid kit, that'd be much appreciated."
The blonde started, then nodded frantically and ran off. With that, Ratchet got down on his knees beside his patient, careful not to put his pants in the blood puddle.
"Hey kid, my name's Ray, but people call me Ratchet. I'm a doctor. Lemme take look at that."
"O-okay, Ratchet. Um, my name's Lance, but everyone just calls me Bluestreak bec-augh!"
The boy started to lift his head up, shuddered, and stopped moving, still holding his hands to the side of his head.
"Uh... I don't think that I can move, sir. I mean, I would, because my neck works and everything, but if I move my head I start seeing stars and getting really dizzy and a little bit nauseous."
Ratchet frowned. A distant part of his mind noted that the twins had started pushing the crowd away.
"Okay, kid, this is gonna be uncomfortable, but I need to see your eyes." Gently, Ratchet slipped a hand under the boy's chin and tilted his head up. Bluestreak winced and tried to cover his eyes with his free hand.
Hn. Asians. So damn hard to check pupils when the damn things melt right into the irises.
Still, one of his eyes seemed to be more dialated than the other.
Crap. Concussion.
"Um, sir? Mister doctor?"
The Walmart employee had returned. Thank the heavens. Distractedly, Ratchet thanked her and started poking through the box, searching for gauze.
"Hey kid. Blue? I need to bandage your head up. Can't do that if your hand's stuck over the cut."
Shakily, the kid smiled and let go of his temple. Blood oozed out of the cut, but some of the tension drained out of Ratchet's body when he noted that it was shallow.
Just a scrape, then. Pfft. Head wounds. Always bleed so damn much.
Methodically, Ratchet bandaged Bluestreak's head, then patted him on the back.
"Okay, kid, all done. Up you get. Anyone around who could take you to the hospital?"
"No, I'm here on my own... Uh, I'm really not feeling so great, Mister Ratchet. 'M really dizzy. Do you think I could just... wait here?"
Ratchet didn't even pause to think.
"No. I'm pretty sure you're concussed, which means that driving yourself home is out of the question. You either let me take you to the hospital, or we call an ambulance."
"Wha-!"
Bluestreak's head shot up, then he winced and clapped his hands in front of his face, shaking.
"Ow..."
Ratchet turned and looked up at Wheeljack and the twins, who were waiting expectantly.
"Help me out here? The kid needs to go to the hospital."
The twins grinned gleefully.
"Sure, Doc!"
Bluestreak made a token gesture of discomfort, but didn't put up too much of struggle when the twins pulled him up, flanking him.
"Lead the way!"
Ratchet rolled his eyes.
"Jack, I hope you remember where we parked the car..."