The Nexus. Empty warhouse. Big fixit job.

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Uzulee has come to sit on the doorstep of the human size door while she waits for Cureall to come. The small human's face is streaked with oil and grime, and she's looking unwontedly serious. Her mind is busy with prayer, both for help with the job that needs doing, and just for the two 'Bots that she's been trying to repair for the past few days

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[violet_cure]

Cureall switches out of her altmode upon approaching Uzulee. "What is wrong, Miss Uzulee?"

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She looks up with a smile that's warm and welcoming, but a little strained, then gets to her feet and walks over to offer a hug. "Just praying. And I guess I'm a little tired. Thanks for coming."

[violet_cure]

"It's no problem. This one will do her best to help."

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"Thanks," she says again, then leads her around to where there's a loading door. "You know the realities where Ironhide is a big black truck?"

[violet_cure]

Cureall nods. "Yes. Is that the patient?"

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"One of them. But he won't let me look at him." Uzulee sighs as she goes inside. The warehouse is big, and the damaged bots have settled down over on the far side of some abandoned machinery.

[violet_cure]

Cureall smiles serenely at both of them. "How are you feeling? This one is here to assist."

"She has also brought seditives if needed."

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Ironhide grumbles from where he's hovering protectively over the small yellow femme who's laying on the floor.

For her part, Bumblebee turns her head and squeaks, her single optic dark with pain and weariness. Except that her spark chamber is intact she's almost if not in worse shape than the Bumblebee that Cureall had once helped to mend. Her helm is cracked and dented, bits of her armor are missing from her arms and torso, and she's missing fingers on at least one of her hands.

And her feet... they might work, but they show clearly that they used to be parts from another machine.

"She can't talk," says Uzulee softly, going over to resume work on the yellow femme's left hand. "Not even with digital signals."

Bumblebee nods.

[violet_cure]

Cureall nods as she starts to check over the two injured transformers. She give Ironhide a wry look. "Duct Tape?"

She purrs softly to Bumblebee. "Would you like something for the pain, miss?"

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"It worked," he retorts gruffly. "Better than letting things hang out."

Bumblebee squeaks at him, then groans and nods to Cureall.

Ironhide's optics darken like a man closing his eyes. "(I'm sorry, youngling. You never deserved any of this.)"

Bumblebee pats him on the foot.

[violet_cure]

Cureall nods and gently lifts up Bee's arm to inject a small amount of chemichals into the yellow bot's arm.

"She'll be alright now."

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Ironhide watches with concern as Bumblebee seems to sigh, her optic darkening as she relaxes.

Then he scans the area one more time, checking for danger and to be sure that the shield generators that Uzulee set around the warehouse are still in place and running before he finally lets himself settle to the floor with a sigh and an alarming groaning of damaged metal. "Good."

[violet_cure]

"I can't replace the optic," She says in all seriousness and business. "But the other injuries are a easy enough. Have enough parts an medisteel to keep her going. She will heal on her own until you can get her to a high level surgeon. But I can make her mobile and pain free. Uzulee hasone an excellent job getting her out of the woods."