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[helpful_squid]

WHO: Vergil and Ironhide
WHAT: Ironhide finally decided to go see a medic.
WHERE: Vergil's clinic in zone 5.
WHEN: Sometime after Jazz convinces Ironhide to get seen to.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Doubtful. Maybe medical things.

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[show_my_cannons]

To say he was hesitant would be a gross understatement of the facts. Ironhide hated seeing medics. It didn't matter who. He just hated being poked, prodded and otherwise lectured about things he didn't want to bother with. If he was functioning, then he shouldn't have to see a medic.

And so, he was standing outside the clinics for a good half hour before actually forcing himself inside. His engine was growling quietly, vibrating his heavy frame. Even then, Ironhide just sort of lingered in the entryway, shifting his heavy weight.

Well. He was here. That should say something, at least.

[helpful_squid]

The unfamiliar engine sound attracted Vergil's attention, and shortly after Ironhide stepped through the door, the orange mech came to see the source. "Oh," it said, canting its head to one side, "it's you. It's good to see you, Ironhide."

[show_my_cannons]

"Yeah," he grunted.

Optics scanned the individual. There was no indication that this was an organic. Strange, how that worked. He shifted again, rolling his shoulders slightly.

"Said I was coming."

[helpful_squid]

"Of course," said the orange mech. "Thank you for doing so. I'll do what I can, of course."

The voice was accented, an artifact of Vergil's first exposure to human languages. He'd absorbed the recorded data of a city-spanning AI upon arrival on Earth, and the AI in question used Kiswahili first, English second. It showed whenever Vergil had to use the mech shell's speech circuitry.

"If you would come this way, please? I have an exam room ready. Is there anything in particular I should be looking for?"