The elder automaton was tenderly cradling a gruesomely bloody head to her breast, one arm wrapped up under the body of the young woman, the other pressing a gloved palm so very carefully against the head wound. Rabbit may not have known a lot or things—or at least feigned ignorance in them quite often—but basic first aid had been one of the first few things she’d ever really learned outside of music. Growing up with two fleshy, far too easily hurt brothers had insured that the ‘bot had seen many a bruise, scrape, and broken bone (even accidentally caused quite a few herself) dealt with by their human father. Then there was the various years spent on the gory battlefield which had only beat that skill set even further into her metal head.
So, yes, putting pressure on the cut to stop the bleeding. She could do that.
As The Spine came closer through the heavy smoke and Rabbit surged forward through the sand to meet him, the soft glow of the elder’s optics wouldn’t be the only thing the silver automaton would have noticed. Thick coils of light hung from her head, a few streaks of that blue matter glow sitting at that odd ridge on her bare head. Hm, seemed like Rabbit had gotten a few more lights installed since you last saw her, doesn’t it, The Spine?
But finally, Rabbit caught sight of her brother’s tall silhouette, green photoreceptors cutting through the smoke. “I d-d-don’t know!” Propelled into immediate action or not, the distress in Rabbit’s tone was all too clearly heard, her grip on the human tightening. “But s-s-she’s real hurt! Gotta get her help! F-f-fast!”
Years upon years of war experience and simple logic told the automaton that the human’s life was already slipping through her fingers and gone, that any attempts to save the stranger would have been wasted when there were clearly far many others in need of help. But Rabbit wasn’t quite willing to give up yet. Stubborn in everything.
Yet, even as she moved forward through the smoke to meet up with her brother, the literal gears of her head spinning to keep up with all that was happening around her, the fact that The Spine was clearly alone had Rabbit’s metaphorical heart sinking, an unpleasant bubble gurgling at the bottom of her boiler.
“…Where’s Hatchy? Where’s P-Paigey? Ya haven’t f-f-found ‘em yet?!”
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So, yes, putting pressure on the cut to stop the bleeding. She could do that.
As The Spine came closer through the heavy smoke and Rabbit surged forward through the sand to meet him, the soft glow of the elder’s optics wouldn’t be the only thing the silver automaton would have noticed. Thick coils of light hung from her head, a few streaks of that blue matter glow sitting at that odd ridge on her bare head. Hm, seemed like Rabbit had gotten a few more lights installed since you last saw her, doesn’t it, The Spine?
But finally, Rabbit caught sight of her brother’s tall silhouette, green photoreceptors cutting through the smoke. “I d-d-don’t know!” Propelled into immediate action or not, the distress in Rabbit’s tone was all too clearly heard, her grip on the human tightening. “But s-s-she’s real hurt! Gotta get her help! F-f-fast!”
Years upon years of war experience and simple logic told the automaton that the human’s life was already slipping through her fingers and gone, that any attempts to save the stranger would have been wasted when there were clearly far many others in need of help. But Rabbit wasn’t quite willing to give up yet. Stubborn in everything.
Yet, even as she moved forward through the smoke to meet up with her brother, the literal gears of her head spinning to keep up with all that was happening around her, the fact that The Spine was clearly alone had Rabbit’s metaphorical heart sinking, an unpleasant bubble gurgling at the bottom of her boiler.
“…Where’s Hatchy? Where’s P-Paigey? Ya haven’t f-f-found ‘em yet?!”