Mess HallSnow and ice. Well, Blurr supposed that was better than flames and evil. But they did call him Rodimus. Which set off a little red flag in Blurr’s mind, but he tried not to listen to it too much. After all, light and salvation didn’t sound too bad either. Still worrying. Hot Rod just could not catch a break. And again Hot Rod shrugged off his suggestion to go see Ratchet, preferring to see Rung were he here. So visions for a reason. The reason seemed kind of clear to be honest. Go find them.
“Kindasounds liketheywant youto findem,” Blurr said, looking to Hot Rod, “Justsaying.”
Diverting some of his attention to Cliffjumper, Blurr shrugged, gesturing to Cliff. “Sure, whynot?”
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Medical Bay – Private Surgical Suite “It’s Syk.”
Velocity’s hand immediately went to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. Most of her actual reaction had been internalized because she did not want to risk upsetting Smokescreen. She had to be the professional one here. Still, the word that came to mind was “stupid”. Primus, help her. Velocity listened very patiently for Smokescreen to explain himself.
Apparently, Tracer had a condition that no medication could remedy other than Syk. My, Velocity had a hard time believing that. But she let him go on. Apparently, Tracer had found a way to get her hands on a synthetic variant. So someone else knew about this or was dealing it? Then, Smokescreen really did it. He asked her to keep it a secret.
Velocity tented her fingers thoughtfully. How to approach this. There was only so much she could do and keep feeling as though she were an actual doctor. Only so much and still feel like she still had her integrity. And he begged her, standing beside Tracer’s berth. Velocity set her brow into a hard line and crossed her arms testily.
“No,” she said, “I can’t. Tracer needs help. She needs
real help, Smokescreen. Giving her Syk is just feeding the problem. It’s highly addictive, and it changes her physiology to need it. She is going to burn out if she keeps taking it. You don’t want that. The synthetic route only works when you’re strict, and you’re trying to ease her off of it.”
Velocity shook her head and sighed, looking to Tracer. De-tox would be best. Then finding a medication that actually worked for her condition that wouldn’t create this much of a dependency. Alternatively, there was always a surgical option with her processor, but Velocity wasn’t sure enough of her skills to even try to attempt that.
“Let me help you,” Velocity said, “I can get Ratchet and the others to help. Syk is illegal because it does this to those who take it.” She gestured with a hand to Tracer, “She’s more a victim than at fault. There are deals that can be made, I imagine. But if you want Tracer really and truly well, you’ll need to get her real help. Who else knows about this? I know you didn’t make synthetic Syk on your lonesome.”