Nexus. Safe house behind Blue's. Needing a boost.

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Arcee grimaces as her spark gives another flare. //I'll... never... be up to speed... again. ...Worn out. Worn out.//

The outside door opens, followed by heavy footsteps and an exclamation of surprise in the voice of the big yellow Ratchet. "Columbia, what did you do to this place?"

"Um... it didn't look like this when we left it, Dad. I don't know what happened... here. Somebody's hurt."

"Hrrrm, I see that. Stay here." The footsteps approach the room.

And Kia crawls under her berth.

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"I feel fine." She looks down at herself, but then sighs and holds out a hand to Kia. "My processor... I was trying to find my communicator so that I could call you, but I was so confused that I kept forgetting what I was looking for, or even who I was. I finally became convinced that I'd come to the end, but I tried to hold on so that Kia wouldn't be left alone."

Her voice is embarrassed and apologetic as she speaks.

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"Why were you trying to call Ratchet?" Sari can't manage to keep herself out of the conversation, but at least it's a question that needed to be asked. And her own curiosity has her asking it more readily than the medic himself.

"Seems that, in a way, Kia's sort of repaid you for taking her in." It bothers Ratchet that Kia is Arcee's only named reason at the moment for wanting to hang on, but he maintains his silence on that part. Before he can continue, however, his own comm beeps and he reaches up to the side of his helm to put the call through. "Ratchet here."

"Ratchet? Prowl. My shift on patrol is coming up shortly. Will you be returning on time?"

"Yeah, I'll be back in a few. Just taking care of some business at the safe house. How is our guest?"

"No change, but I suppose that is better than a change for the worse. I will see you when you report back. Prowl out."

Ratchet takes his hand from his helm as the transmission cuts out. "And life goes on. Tch."