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Dayshift 42: Bus 2
Before anyone could come to any decisions for their next move, the room suddenly filled with a thick fog. Faster than he could realize what was happening, it had filled up the entire room and swallowed every single one of his friends. Then there was that undeniable stench of iron, blood and... he last remembered taking a step back and feeling that slippery skid and the realization of what that was. By the time he yelled, he was sitting straight up in his bed like he'd bolted awake. Like it'd been nothing more than a bad dream. ...What the hell just happened?!
"Oh! Good morning!" The nearby voice made him yelp with a half squeak-like noise. Oh, for hell's sake. It was one of those freaking nurses again. She was beaming at him like nothing had happened at all. Before he could so much as ask one question, the hag started blathering real fast about some field trip and buses and getting changed and hurrying up before everyone left without him and... OH MY GOD, WHAT WAS SHE DOING?! She was grabbing at his shirt like she was about to start helping him get dressed (or undressed in this case).
He flailed in a desperate attempt to get away from her and yelled his consent to go along if she would get out and let him change HIMSELF. What was the matter with her?! Thankfully, she left but told him to hurry. Hell if he knew what she'd do if he took too long. So for the sake of not getting freaking stripped, he quickly changed into the clothes she'd left on the bed. Clothes being the ugliest looking white-and-black track pants he'd ever seen and a bright blue sweatshirt with a cute little penguin design on the front. This was some kind of joke, right? ...Not to say the penguin wasn't cute or anything but there was no way, no way, he was wearing something like this in public.
But the nurse had burst right in again, and before Kanji could offer much protest, he was being pulled down the hallways and through the doors of the bus. He'd yelled some things her way, but she totally wasn't listening at all. By the time they stopped, he was standing at the front of the bus with a paper bag and the nurse had run off to cart another poor sap along. Frickin' PERFECT. For the sake of not standing up there like some kind of zoo animal for everyone to stare at, he plopped himself into one of the seats by the front and sighed in complete exasperation.
[Free. No limit.]
"Oh! Good morning!" The nearby voice made him yelp with a half squeak-like noise. Oh, for hell's sake. It was one of those freaking nurses again. She was beaming at him like nothing had happened at all. Before he could so much as ask one question, the hag started blathering real fast about some field trip and buses and getting changed and hurrying up before everyone left without him and... OH MY GOD, WHAT WAS SHE DOING?! She was grabbing at his shirt like she was about to start helping him get dressed (or undressed in this case).
He flailed in a desperate attempt to get away from her and yelled his consent to go along if she would get out and let him change HIMSELF. What was the matter with her?! Thankfully, she left but told him to hurry. Hell if he knew what she'd do if he took too long. So for the sake of not getting freaking stripped, he quickly changed into the clothes she'd left on the bed. Clothes being the ugliest looking white-and-black track pants he'd ever seen and a bright blue sweatshirt with a cute little penguin design on the front. This was some kind of joke, right? ...Not to say the penguin wasn't cute or anything but there was no way, no way, he was wearing something like this in public.
But the nurse had burst right in again, and before Kanji could offer much protest, he was being pulled down the hallways and through the doors of the bus. He'd yelled some things her way, but she totally wasn't listening at all. By the time they stopped, he was standing at the front of the bus with a paper bag and the nurse had run off to cart another poor sap along. Frickin' PERFECT. For the sake of not standing up there like some kind of zoo animal for everyone to stare at, he plopped himself into one of the seats by the front and sighed in complete exasperation.
[Free. No limit.]
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Blitzwing had half expected not to wake up at all -- he hadn't known it was possible to feel pain like that, and still live -- but apparently the universe wasn't about to start being kind to him now. At least he wasn't in quite so much pain; his entire left side hurt abominably, but not enough to make him start screaming again. Though he had a feeling any sudden moves would quickly change that...
He heard, rather than saw the nurse enter, though she moved quickly enough into his line of sight, a few of those monstrously huge orderlies trailing behind her.
"Good morning, Mr. Brandt!" she said, voice heavy with a concern that made Blitzwing grit his teeth almost as much as her continued insistence on calling him something that was not his name, slag it! "How are you feeling today?"
"My name is Blitzwing!" he tried to shout, in no mood to deal with her idiocy -- but his human mouth refused to cooperate with him, the words coming out slow and mumbled though he was sure he'd spoken clearly.
Of course; they must have drugged him. So now not only would he be forced to live in a disabled state, but they wouldn't even grant him the dignity of full awareness...
With a series of absolutely infuriating clucking noises, the nurse turned back to the two orderlies. On her orders, they lifted Blitzwing out of the bed -- he tried to struggle at first, but stopped after the first movement brought on a new wave of pain from somewhere in his midsection, forcing him to grit his teeth and close his eyes against another scream -- and began to remove his clothing. That would have brought on another round of struggling -- it awakened old, unpleasant memories, as if he didn't already have enough reminders of the last time he'd been seriously injured -- but fortunately the clothing was quickly replaced by what Blitzwing vaguely recognized as a pair of the baggy lower clothing humans called "sweat pants," followed by a t-shirt and a coat that seemed far too heavy for indoor wear. By the time they got that far, Blitzwing realized he should have been using this opportunity to check on his own injuries, but the nurse stopped him trying to lift the shirt again, babbling something about bandages and sutures.
Apparently repairs had been effected while he was still unconscious, or whatever happened during the shift between night and day. Blitzwing would bide his time and conduct an investigation later, regardless.
At least the coat was grey and purple...But Blitzwing refused to admit just how comforting wearing his own colors actually was.
And then he was placed in a wheeled chair, given a paper bag, and taken...ouside? He vaguely remembered some kind of mention of trips to a nearby town on the bulletin board, though it hadn't seemed important at the time. Why would he care about what lay outside the institute, when the means to recovering his true body clearly lay within? But at the moment, Blitzwing was actually rather pleased with the sudden change in routine. An entire town to hide in...surely, if he just kept his head down, he'd be able to avoid running into anyone who actually knew him? Facing Lugnut -- or worse, Megatron like this just didn't appeal, for some reason.
Being assisted onto the bus was an experience he didn't care to dwell on -- in fact, he kept his eyes closed for most of it, because the rocking motions of being nearly carried by one of the orderlies made him feel a little sick. And this from a former flier? He really hoped no one he knew would see him like this; it was humiliating!
Fortunately, the human female he was quickly seated next to was obviously someone Blitzwing had never seen before. Thank the Allspark. Now if only she'd keep her mouth shut, perhaps this trip might even turn out halfway bearable...
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Misa flicked her eyes up to catch the 'name' that was there. Arnold Brandt? Sounded...hm. It was times like this she really wished she knew more languages, and more than that, that her eyes were working the way they were supposed to. She wouldn't be of any use in the state she was in. She frowned a little at that. What would happen if Light came back and found out that she couldn't even use the eyes right? Nothing good...but she couldn't dwell on that too long.
"I like your coat," she finally said to the guy next to her, after deciding that she ought to say something, because not saying anything was kind of rude, really. "The purple and black look really cool. Oh, and I'm Misa," she said, flashing that smile again.
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"It's purple and grey," he pointed out, mood seeming to undergo a complete reversal. He didn't exactly seem cheerful, by any means, but he no longer looked like he was about to bite his seat mate's head off.
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She nodded apologetically. "Sorry. I guess I'm not quite awake yet," Misa said, with a small smile. "Either way, though, it looks cool, uh..." She rubbed at her eyes a little bit. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name?"
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"It's Blitzwing," he answered, hoping for the first time that someone actually hadn't heard of him. The last thing he wanted was for news of his injury to get around. He supposed he could use a false name in situations like this...but just thinking about it made him feel a little sick. Sicker than he'd already felt before, even!