TFP: Metamorphosis CH11

Transformers:Metamorphosis is based on a Transformers: Prime 1V1 Roleplay setting created by ♦MachinaeChild♦ & ♦Storm-Blue♦, edited into a fanfiction-like novel for viewer's delight. While Metamorphosis takes place during the Prime generation, previous generations and characters may be referred to, and/or included as the story progresses; as well including OCs that belong to either/or. We hope you enjoy the read just as much as we enjoyed making it! For more questions or concerns, please view the Author Notes below with links and bonus information! Thanks!

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Chapter Eleven:

Anatomy

Instead of following his usual habit of returning to his mother, Poseidon tracked his course elsewhere- taking the free chance to explore the ship and it's components. At first, it had just been his curiosity; but this soon grew to the common knowledge that he had to find the weapons vault. His trident was in need of repairs, as well as his few pocket-weapons kept in his subspace on the fly.

Although, he didn't want to prowl around and bring on suspicion; he didn't even know if he had permission to have access to such a place. Surely Megatron was in partial favor of he and his siblings by now after escorting the artifact into his hands, but of the stories he had heard from Talon, you could never read out the tyrant's ambitions.

"Hm?" he mewed, his orange coated optics falling upon a familiar seeker as he joined in the hall, walking in the same direction as the mercenary. Looking over his broad shoulders, the crimson pair settled upon Poseidon's matching color scheme, a soft smile crossing his golden faceplate.

"About time we get some quality medical care around here... Feeling better, soldier?"

"Of course, sir. These injuries aren't much. But I must ask you something if you have the time," Poseidon replied, his respect on equal terms with the other seeker. Out of all the Cons he had met so far that settled in the Nemesis, Dreadwing was as close as he could get to neutral relationship and somewhat trust. He held loyalty over pride, and pride over courage. A bot of his word.

"Yes, what is it?" Dreadwing asked, raising a thin ridge.

"Am I granted access to the weapons' vault? There are a few more repairs that I must make myself," the younger seeker inquired carefully. He could have handed the in-needs weapon over to Dreadwing, being that he was the known Blacksmith of the group with a steady hand. But not even trust would bring someone in possession with his trident.

Nodding, the midnight-blue seeker signaled a servo for the youth to follow, "You may. I am heading there myself to work on some of my own toys. All tools found inside are at your disposal."

"Thank you, sir," Poseidon bowed, following on instruction as the two walked down the corridor.

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"I was unaware of what I would find at the end of the beacon.. Figured it wouldn't have hurt to test my luck, be it someone I could falter..." the silver seeker snarled, crossing his arms at his torso. Standing out in the Harbringer's tremendous halls, he was accompanied by none other than the Autobot's team leader- Optimus Prime. Behind said Prime, was a circular motion doorway that had been shut- separating the two from the medic at work as Ratchet worked away at the fragile human anatomy.

"When I went to examine the cause, I found her in a puddle of her own fluid... Somewhat untamed with humans.." he paused, his face already sour at the thought of what he was about to speak out loud, "Being untamed with the humans nature, the only other solution I could compromise with, was you Autobots..."

Immediately, the sour taste devoured the seeker's integrity, the fact that he had admittedly told Optimus he, of all people, depended on them? No, that was not the right choice of words at all. He didn't depend on them- he didn't need them. It was Len's fault that brought him out, and her fault that brought him to the likes of Prime standing before him.

"To be frank, Prime, I wouldn't be surprised if she offlined," the seeker spat.

"She's alive, you twat!" the medic cursed through the alloy door, the Harbringer and its' crumpled structure far from that of the soundproofed Nemesis. Optimus on the other hand, was not as hostile nor patient with the two bickering at bay.

"You were right to call us, Starscream. But I am curious; why bother calling us when it wounds your pride to greatly?"

Starscream simply shrugged as his expression remained tainted, his optics narrowing at the door as if sending a mental death threat to the medic.

"I could not simply return her to the human organization... considering how close her coordinates were to their temporary base. Plus, the femme seems to have some sort of past correlation that she has convinced herself she has already been informed of my existence long ago... though her frame only seems faintly familiar since I found her during the artifact heist..." he explained dryly, wavering a hand at his chest, the other bent at his hip.

"So you turn to us?" the Prime tilted his head, a puzzled expression upon his face. And not for the reasons one would expect. Starscream going out of his way for an organic was haunting, but he did not refer to his ex-charge by name. It was as if he didn't even understand who this girl was, or her existence in the past.

Meanwhile, Ratchet was hard at work. Using the core adaptor to his digits to make up for the much smaller, humanized equipment, he first observed the visible damages and swept away most of the swelling with a portable ice pad. Her bleeding had stopped as Starscream said, but the knee joint was still cracked, the bullet still locked away somewhere beneath the skin. It would take much more than just an adaptor to ply away the object for her senses to heal appropriately... but at the very least, he would do all that he could, for now. The last thing he wanted was to bring June out for any more than five minutes, risking her own life to save this, lack of a better words, ignorant girl.

"It does not MATTER why!" Starscream screeched, slightly infuriated by the chain of questions. "Simply understand this, Prime, that I would not even waste the energon or time to consider this over someone else..." his voice hissed like that of a provoked snake, the seeker already a few inches away from Optimus's face as his outrage had caused him to take a few steps forward, boasting his torso in a more offensive manner.

Instinctively, however, he retreated moments after, making space back between the two as he fixed his posture back to his normal stance. "From the way she acts, she would have saved my Spark if so called for it... I'm just making the ground even for future investment," he muttered, just above a whisper for the fact Optimus could pick up, but not that of the medic. He was already irritated enough, and would tolerate no more remarks.

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Entering the weaponry vault, the setting was already organized to such a fashion that Dreadwing had his own personal appreciation in the far corner. The lighting was dim- much to preference, really, and the stored relics sat in the very back, circled around a pedestal that currently held the Star Saber. Motioning the youth to an empty workspace not too far from his own, the commander walked to a particular shelf of contained liquids, before making way to his own seat.

Before he began, Dreadwing first took the time to observe Poseidon and his tactic interest, watching as he pulled the damaged items from his sub and stroll around for in better words, replacements. Much like himself, the merc was a bulk and expected to be more generated in speed and power, though lacking in agility compared to someone such as Starscream or a fembot's frame, casually no offense to his ex-co lieutenant. But what had his interest the most, was not Poseidon himself, but his mother.

"Say... your mother, Talon. She's had past jobs with Megatron before I've heard. Do you... keep track of any of it?" he asked awkwardly, trying to make a means of conversation between the two.

Delicately working on his net, Poseidon did not even have to turn his head- continuing his digits as he replied, "Of course. I was there for many of them, that is, when she became a permanent merc. Frankly, she has worked with more Cons than Bots - being that Megatron and others aren't fickle about hiring free guns."

The older mech let out a slight chuckle at the remark, "Lord Megatron will stop at nothing to get what he sees fit. Even if it means hiring extra men to make up for it."

While working along the detonator and some of the blank bombs themselves, he carefully divided a set into two separate categories, both along the side having their own form of liquid that would later be inserted for a chemical reaction. The one on the left had green vials of stun-like gas combustion for stun-grenade/bombs, and to the right was a blue vial, very faint streaks of electricity bubbling through the dense fluid.

"She does not fight like any Autobot I've ran into before," he continued, examining over his shoulder at the further weaponry that had been introduced from the youth's subspace. Among them was that of a retractable spear, a broadsword much to his own, and even some hook-like weapon that seemed terribly outdated. "The closest I've seen to her combat is the Wreckers. Did she once use to be a con, figuratively speaking? I know she is... Starscream's offspring."

"Nothing to my knowledge," Poseidon shook his head, "Then again, she was trained and cared for by a former Decepticon... but even he turned out to be a merc." In the process of storytelling, he had made his way smoothly to the set of barbed hooks. "Much like myself, she takes after her Decepticon heritage and has struggled with it for years... sometimes even a darker side."

Listening intently as he poured perfected increments of fluid into each bomb, Dreadwing pondered a moment on exactly what the young warrior had meant by 'dark side'. But figuring it was just another term for the Decepticon persona, he easily let it slide.

"I see... We tend to have many of those," he scoffed, he himself being at one point a mercenary, until founded by that of Megatron in which he gave his undying loyalty to. "Whoever her mentor is, however, is of a high guard. Not many femmes are lucky to get training that is that efficient."

"Indeed, although she was only trained upon her youth at the time she was branded Autobot. At the end of the third war, she says her mentor vanished, leaving her stranded with a fair degree of training. It wasn't until she was stationed in Kaon did she become a neutral gun- following that of where she was informed of her heritage and grandfather," the trine-mate explained seamlessly as he worked.

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"Hey, Optimus?" the intercom rang, causing the Prime to step aside, the dull conversation between he and the silver seeker going nowhere. "Is everything okay over there?"

"It appears that things have lessen casualty, Jack. But with no word on Ratchet's progress, I can only guess that he may have reached his limit to his medical knowledge on your race and may require assistance."

Starscream raised a fickled brow at the change of tone and vocal coordination the Prime directed, unable to make much sense with the one-way conversation other than it was presumably humans from the Autobot base. The thought of an actual human working on a familiar specimen made him slightly eager, but not before walking back up to the door with a single knock, being respective enough to not simply waltz in in his own domain. "Trouble, Doctor?" he hoarsely suggested, a small tint of sarcasm licking the roof of his mouth.

"I'd like to see you or any other Con do better!" Ratchet snapped, obviously becoming frustrated with his limitations and lack of knowledge. "We'll need to get her in Ms. Darby's care... she's lost too much blood to recoup on her own."

The news made the ex-SIC scowl, regretting more and more of his choices to bring the Autobots to his own personal quarters and even their doctor could not figure out what had been wrong with the organic.

"Then you will be pleased to know that Optimus has already made contact with the other humans... apparently they are sending someone through for further assistance," the voice snarled, crimson optics narrowing between that of the Autobot Doctor and the frail girl sprawn out on the counter. At least she was looking better than the mess he had scooped up in the woods.

Gawking in silence and the thick atmosphere, it was less than five minutes before Optimus entered through the doors, the raven headed woman standing in the palm of his hand. Her medical kit was already sat cleanly next to Len's unconscious body as Ratchet cleaned away his momentary tools, and Starscream was responsive enough to step back a foot, giving the Autobots space.

"Oh..." June gasped slightly as her eyes fell upon the lavender headed woman. Even before Optimus could level her out with the table, she dashed over the parting distance, rushing aid to the victim. Immediately a small flashlight slipped from her pockets and into her hands, observing the wounds up close and personal. Though, each wound she examined, the worst her expression grew.

"We need to get her to a hospital," she stated firmly, still taking a glimpse over the work Ratchet had already provided, until she got to the face. By procedure, she placed her thumb above Len's left cheekbone, her index above her brow in attempt to examine her pupils.The golden highlights hidden behind closed skin were just a step closer to making her body quiver, jumping back in shock.

"She is not leaving the ship," Starscream scowled, his voice deep.

"Starscream's right. She's uh... not exactly normal," Ratchet grumbled, standing beside June with a wary expression. "Just try to do your best with what you have now. I can give Fowler a call if you anything specific."

"Please, Mrs. Darby... we must keep Len's presence here a secret. From what Starscream has told me, it is a very high chance that MECH may be looking for her, and that, we can not risk," Optimus followed, his features stretched in a battle of concern and dignity.

"Wait," June interrupted, giving Optimus a puzzled look as she pointed down at the unconscious body, "You said she was with Starscream. She's a part of MECH, too? Do you think these are animal wounds?!" Her voice began to raise, not in a form of attack but more so her instinct as a doctor and the care for others- no matter how much she had dread it. "These injuries are from another human being! Right now, just within a few minutes, I've observed two broken bones in her ribcage, and she's been shot!"

The sudden outburst of the human already had made Starscream skeptical about asking for help in the first place, but as soon as she had assured what type the wounds were, his face twisted into a menacing disgust. Furiated, he stomped out of the centre, taking his leave down the hall while muttering a series of harsh, unsensible tones.

The nurse had silenced at the sight of the seeker running off, but the pause was enough to have her calm her nerves, if just a small portion. "Optimus... Starscream has no means of helping this girl. At the very least allow me to bring her back to your base in some sort of quarantine. She needs more than just a brief work session."

Optimus actually cringed and held his face for a moment at it all. Thoughts streamed through his head for a seemingly long time with a frowning Ratchet warily watching. He understood where June was coming from, but at the same time, it was a risk for himself- and the kids. His choices would have to be chosen wisely.

"As you wish... but I suggest that the children be moved elsewhere... Len can still be dangerous even when wounded."

Ratchet nodded in agreement, although his expression faltered otherwise,  "Starscream's not going to be happy, but if he wants the runt to survive, I suppose we have no other choice"

A small sigh exhaled from the nurse as she nodded with gratitude, turning back to her kit to close it up and lifting the limp body by the arm over her shoulder. Looking up at the medic, she managed a faint smile, "Ratchet. You did good, but her case is a bit more dire than less of a years training. The human body is very frail... but you patched her up nicely. I'm proud."

Glading scooping the two girls into his palm, Ratchet returned the smile, "Thank you, June... that means alot, coming from you."

"Jack, I need you and the other two to please leave the premises and get Bumblebee to maintain the ground bridge. We are coming back to base... with Len, as well," Optimus called out over the com as he walked beside his shorter friend, making their way towards the exit of the Harbringer.

Back at the base, the kids huddled around the radio, puzzled by the presumptuous request.

"They're bringing her here?" Miko gasped.

"That's what they said, and told us to clear out," Rafael nodded.

"You heard him," Bulkhead smirked, walking over to the choir, "Let's just get you guys out of here, Bee can deliver the bridge once we're outside." Nodding, the kids walked over to the hands of the green giant, meeting ground level as he placed them there so he could transform. Miko was quick to grab shotgun, as Raf by habit slid into the back seat. Jack on the other hand, was hesitant to get in at all.

"Come on, Jack. We have orders. Your mother will be fine," Bulkhead called out.

"You have my word," Arcee interrupted, causing Jack to turn from the monitor and at his alter charge. "Optimus and Ratchet will make sure your mother stays safe,"

"...Yeah," the boy sighed, hesitantly allowing himself to slide into the backseat with Raf. As soon as the back door shut, Bulkhead revved his engines, his back tire spinning a cycle before making its way down the tunnel, the elaborate range of neon hues highlighting in the background as Bee activated the bridge.

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Several paces from the fallen ship, Starscream was in a fury of his own. Apex armor in hand, he fired several rounds at his surroundings, the destroyed terrain already an unstable mess. "Even his men won't be able to pierce through the Apex Armor... and I will destroy every last one of them, leaving Silas for last," his voice rushed sounding more and more like a lion on the prowl.

He was angry, infuriated. But why? Humans were much like their own race, battling over power and going through the risks to claim said power. MECH was a primary example of this, Silas being that of Megatron's fleshy equal. But the words from the mother fleshling... it burned his spark to the very core, and this, he did not understand why. Was it the realization of how drastic, and how scary-similar these creatures were to their superiority? Or was it... simply over this girl, who claim to have 'older days' in his company? Nonsense!

"Starscream..." a voice called out from behind, causing the seeker to spin on a heel, cannon aimed in the general direction of his company. Optimus. "I believe that we both share a motivation to take down the organization known as MECH, and while this will require cooperation from Len, I ask of you that you cooperate as well for the better good."

Starscream narrowed his optics as the Prime spoke out his intentions, snarling. "I do not need any help if I wish to take down the humans, Optimus. All it takes is to get Silas beneath my foot, and I will end it myself, making Megatron my next priority..."

"MECH and their leader are far more cunning that you trade them for, Starscream. I am almost certain that they have prepared for whatever we may deliever; especially after Len's disappearance if Ms. Darby's theory is true," Optimus replied gravely, approaching the seeker despite the risk. "This is an organization that sprawls deep, and needs to be taken down by steps- not aggression. If you and Len can work with us, I am sure that we can provide enough information and cover for Agent Fowler to cave in Silas from the inside, out."

Noticing more against Optimus's movements than words, Starscream quickly threw up his cannons once more, radiating a light purple heat as he threatened to shoot. But that did not stop the Autobot leader, nor his words. "I have fallen low enough in one cycle already from calling help for that insignificant human. I will not stoop as low as to forge an alliance with you Autobots," he snarled, waving the armor pad in his left hand, "With this, I am indestructible. Surely you remember, don't you, Prime? Or must I give you another run..."

"Do you honestly think that Silas has only one base? Even if you take one down, it'll be just as easy for them to retreat to another until they have you cornered," Optimus said with enough of a hint of anger to scare most cons. "Len has more in common with you than you think, Starscream. And at this point, I believe that she has even gone through equal suffering through rebellious acts. I recall that Megatron's berated you for such rash actions before, has he not?"

"Lord Megatron was berated me for more than enough share or reasoning, for which even you, Optimus Prime, DO NOT KNOW," the seeker snapped, dropping his canon and going up against the leader directly, inches away from one anothers' face. "I am well aware of Silas's motives and locations, and even if there are more, I. Will. FIND THEM."

Silence casted against the cooled terrain, nightfall at a brisk as the moon lifted from the horizon, the sun setting on the opposite end and highlighting the back of the seeker's frame, casting dwelled shadows on Optimus's face. Optics stuck in mere slits of hatred, it felt like an hour of five minutes before he took a step back, moving the armor plate into his subspace.

"... Where is Len."

"She is at our base receiving proper treatment," Optimus growled softly, his brows scrunched up together as he watched the mech. "If you wish to spend hours alone finding MECH's whereabouts, then I wish you luck. I only offered to make it easier."

With that, the leader clearly had nothing else to say and respectfully backed off. "We will return Len to you when she's fully recovered, but until then she must remain under Ms. Darby's care."

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Len still half linked across her shoulders, June took quick direction once she was placed back to ground level in the silo.

"Arcee, can you bring the stretcher over here for me please," she pointed at the wheeled mattress, the very same that had been left when Raf was in trouble due to the dark energon incident. Having to accept the fact that the children would not leave the Autobot Base other than school, the nurse had left several medical stations of her own on the sidelines, just in case.

"I will keep her here," she looked up at Ratchet, "I haven't had the chance to take any samples, but from the glimpse of her eyes I can already tell she is unusual. Once I can, I will be able to get her stabilized."

"Do what you need to do, ma'am. I will be on stand-by if required," The medic gruffy but respectfully replied, hovering a distance away to look over things. "I think it's best of the others give us some room as well."

The hint was enough to make Bee buzz  affirmative and gently lead Arcee out of the room.

June sprouted a small 'thank you' as the fembot delivered the stretcher, placing Len along its' length carefully as she pushed her over to the medical works fit for human hands. Wasting no time, she hooked up an iv through one of the ripped parchments along Len's jacket, then began to unravel the bandage and splint at her knee. The nurse found it rather strange for the bleeding of the chipped wound to be so subtle, but shrugged it off quickly as she dug in with a pair of tweezers to remove the bullet.

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Several hours had ticked away as June continuously worked and monitored the small screens, only leaving for bathroom breaks and carrying little to no conversations since Optimus's return with Starscream. The bullet was removed with ease, along with bone marrow that had been shattered, while cuts and bruises were applied with more antibiotics. To replace the damage with the knee, she had requested a small alloy metal sheet and specific screws that could be found in local hospitals to drill into bone marrow without truly harming the cells. When Fowler returned with said materials, she then fixed that porton up, leaving the rest to time and data.

The small machinery next to the patient hummed lightly, a faint chain of beeps mimicking her heartbeat. Since June got done with her, she was indeed stabilized, but still showed little to no signs of waking. Despite the testing and DNA results, which June could hardly make sense of, there was no proof that the girl had fallen into a coma. Telling Ratchet of this, she was sure to warn him that Len could wake at any given time.

Now she was simply laying back in the comfort of the chair, her mind still running the results in her head; a bunch of mumbo-jumbo to her. "Optimus... you said that you know Len from a previous visit, and that she is not normal. Even my scans are showing inaccurate test results... Just how long ago did you meet this girl?"

As much as it had sounded like, it was not a question out of the blue. The children had filled her in on some of the concept before she had been requested at Starscream's ship, but something did not seem right. Optimus had been on Earth and visited it more than anyone, keeping the full duty of protecting the human race a priority. But that had gone for decades now, and from the brief information Raff had explained dealing with illegal experiments, that had been... nearly fifty, eighty years ago.

"Several years ago," Optimus answered, leaving Len's side a moment to speak fully with June. Ratchet took that as his cue to take the semi's place.

"Very few are aware that my previous team had ever been to Earth due to us never having any human allies of the government branch. Just a handful of children much like Jack and the others were our only help. Len at the time was a rouge experiment who had taken refuge with the Decepticons for her own reasons. At the time the Nemesis, the Decepticon warship I'm sure Jack has informed you of, was non operational and crashed upon the moon, where they and Len had kept hidden. For us, we had taken into the underground ship called the Axalon which has since been destroyed when we returned to Cybertron thereafter."

June stared up in awe as she listened to the leader's tale, now making sense of the year gap and Len's existence in the first place. The only logic behind it all is that due to whatever experiment she had been a part of, stunt her growth at abnormal rates, almost like the mythology of vampires.

"So... this girl, Len, despite her looks... I mean, at first glance I would think she was a late teen nearing her twenties. But you're telling me she's almost as old, if not older than me?" she summarized, her expression somewhat justified. "... In a way, every woman in the world would envy that gene of hers."

"Indeed she is," Optimus simply said, though found himself slightly amused at June's envy. "Though what exactly happened with her between the time since we left and now is unknown so I can't give you many answers as to how she ended up with MECH."

He sighed, wishing he had his own answers and he highly doubted that Len herself would give them up.

"Although I should explain what exactly we know she is capable of besides slowed aging. We do know that Len heals faster than normal humans, though an exact rate is uncertain and untested. She can survive without oxygen and has shown abnormal traits in both physical combat and intelligence," he concluded. "Thus we have and always have, deemed her at least to be a small threat,."

Looking back over at the girl, June simply nodded, a small glint of worry in her eyes. Even with the recent information of Miko being at home safely, and Jack staying with Raf due to her absence stuck in monitoring Len and her progress, she still feared what to come of her awakening.

"It's hard to believe that a girl that small can be dangerous... but I don't doubt your word for a minute. It's almost saying that I'm a threat being an inch or two taller," she shrugged lightly, her attention gradually beginning to shake from Optimus, the walls, and the stretcher.

"Any human has the potential to be dangerous," Optimus said heavily, gazing at Len's prone form. She looked much like she did several decades ago, and in that since she was much like them. They aged mentally, but only physically if they chose to do so. Not that Len had much of  a choice to physically grow more into her attributes or show wrinkled age, it was already well spoken for that her mentality had changed, while preference remained the same- a Decepticon at heart.

"We are our own worst enemy," June replied with a nod, leaning over the arm of the comforter as she rested the side of her face along her forearm.

"Will you be okay staying here until she wakes up?" he asked after a long, tense pause. "Your assistance may be required if she is to panic beyond her injuries due to the setting."

Taking a breather, the nurse lazily met back to the highlighted blues of the leader, a small smile gracing her smooth skin. "I'm here for as long as you need. Though I do have work after tomorrow."

"Don't worry," a deeper voice of the group called out, heavy footsteps echoing way before that of the tone, "The kids are safe and were told to stay put, so I can take a turn or two watching over the girl." The bulky green Autobot grooved in, his chores of keeping the kids entertained and put away a job well done. Nodding to Ratchet from across the room, he then turned to face the longing tunnel he had appeared from, mashing a four digit code with valuable 'DNA' scans to lock down the exit.

"Any luck on the girl?" Bulkhead then asked, walking towards the nurse.

"Nothing yet... but she should be showing signs of consciousness any time now. The tests show no internal damage."

"Mm... I got it from here, you should get some rest," Bulkhead suggested with ease, patting the human along the back with a stroke of a finger before walking towards the stretcher, sitting on the opposite side from where Ratchet, too, could keep an eye out.

"Yeah... well she better wake up soon, or else I'll make her wake up," Ratchet gruffed, moving from his position over and next to Bulkhead- for safety reasons if the kid decided to wake up by the threat itself.

Bulkhead laughed at that, giving the medic a faint pat on the back. "Don't snap your processors, Doc. She'll wake up before you know it." At that time- the green giant had no idea how accurate the statement plummeted.

Not even an hour could make up for the time it took for June to pass out in the recliner, while Bulkhead himself had remained awake and alert, watching the broadcast television projected on the wall from a distance. Unknown at the time, the patient at hand was already showing vitals of slight vibrations through her limbs. Beginning with her fingertips, the light flicker of life pulsed, slowly spreading. Her legs twitched at the blown out joint, and her digits began to fidget along the cushion of the stretcher. Last, but not least, the kean yellow hues that flared open, giving no time to blink as she flipped herself off the stretcher.

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(To Be Continued)