( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Finally out of the clinic. And about time too. I hate being confined to bed, especially in a place I'm used to working. Makes me itch to do something productive. Not to mention Jo wouldn't leave my side, and that's not the place for a little girl to be spending all her time.

Of course, now I've apparently got little robots going around in side of me. Not sure how I feel about that one. I'm a doctor, damn it, not some sort of machine.

( Private )



I don't know how people stand being stuck on the ground for so long. Normal for humans or not, it seems as if it would drive anyone mad. Even Skyfire can't completely distract me from the sky, and we're Bonded, so Primus knows 'frustrated' will be the very lightest word to use for my mood soon enough.

I almost regret being a Seeker.


Almost.

I've settled into my new job at the hospital quickly. For the most part, it's very quiet, which suits me fine. The one thing I like about these locals is that they don't make idle chit chat.

Doctors McCoy and Jones, if you need anything at the clinic, just ask. The hospital is well stocked and I doubt anyone would notice if one or two things went missing.

I am amazed at what the grocery store throws away on Wednesdays.

I found marshmallows.

Anybody in this hell hole place interested in sparring?

I've got to do something.

Why do I feel like I'm back in prison?