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There is a brief pause filled with audible clicks and thuds, followed by the slightly echoey acoustics that come from someone recording audio in a large room. "Hello hello! You've reached Dr. Velocity! Feel free to leave a message or a video or whatever here, and I'll do my very best to respond promptly! And if it this is about the stickers, Ratchet, I didn't do it! Love and love and love!"

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[now, like some of the others, primal is prone to avoiding the medibay. too long spent working on the bare minimum and having no choice but to just walk off any injury or discomfort makes it difficult for him to accept that help is readily available. he's getting better at it, but he's not great. so it's kind of an indication at how much what he is contacting velocity - the medic he usually sees - is bothering him when he does go and do it. whatever it is that was wrapped around his spark chamber doesn't hurt, but it feels wrong at the same time it feels right, enought that his entire frame has been extremely tense since he returned from his mission with the others. his HUD is very displeased with him, and so are all his joints.]

Doctor Velocity, when you next have a free appointment I would be grateful to have it.

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[Velocity picks up the call at once. She's mildly surprised he's contacting her for an appointment as stretches of time usually go by between when he makes one, but he at least does follow through on being checked out more often than some on board. She does worry about him, too, so this would be reassuring on that level, too]

Of course, Primal, no trouble at all. I actually have a stretch of time free early this afternoon, someone cancelled. Would you be available to come in for it iiiiiin... [She peeks at her schedule] Three hours? The medibay ought to be quiet around then, too, nobody likes having appointments around lunch.

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[he nods, then remembers this is a voice call.]

Yes. That works.

[no it doesn't. he wants it out him now, now, now-- no, it's fine. it doesn't hurt. he can't hear her laughing anymore. did he hear anyone? primal returns to what he was doing once the appointment is slotted into his internal calendar, which was sitting stiffly and staring at a wall and pretending like his grief for airazor isn't currently burning a hole through him.

at the very least, when he is there, it's clear that he's managed to pull himself forward in leaps and bounds from the first time where he'd opted for sedation just to stay grounded, onwards to asking the optimus from his reality to accompany him a few times when he needed to be checked over after being extremely poisoned and shot in the grand hunt, up to now, here on his own.]

While we were away on our mission, something... settled around my spark chamber. [...okay maybe he's still downplaying stuff, because he didn't seem to be in any great rush to have something so close to his spark looked at. primal's hands are clenched into shaking fists though, as he looks down at his knees where he's perched on the edge of the medical berth.] I haven't looked. I don't understand it other than it feels... odd.

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Velocity only managed to keep alarm from showing on her face because of the dozens of hours of practice she'd put into it during and after medical school, but it was a close thing. Her face definitely did do a thing, but it wasn't an alarmed thing.

"Right," she managed. "I'm glad and grateful you trusted me enough to come in. While I get a scanner set up, can you tell me anything about the circumstances it happened under? Anything might help."

She pulled up the portable scanner to get a look at his system in general, not just his spark chamber. Solus Prime alone knew what effect whatever this was could be having on him.

When it chimed gently to let her know the scan was completed, Velocity took a look. She cycled her optics, then tilted her head first one way then the other, mouth parting slightly before she closed it again to peer closer. "Well, um. You're correct. These results are... odd."

They showed a secondary energy source was indeed coiled around his spark chamber, but it was impossible to tell just from the readings if it was mechanical or organic or even technorganic in origin. Velocity worried her bottom lip between her teeth, then looked back at Primal for his response.

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Fortunately for Velocity, Primal had the presence of mind to assume that whatever is inside him is probably cause for concern. It does not have to be actively harming him for it to be an issue, after all, and so he does not look overly shocked at this news.

"At Kopaya' we were invited to drink something, as is their tradition. It seemed to have a different effect on everyone, with this being mine. One of our compatriots said this is an offering from the twin of Destiny. I have not had a chance to look further into this. I fear it may be magical." He feels ridiculous saying that. Primal, like many others, has not had much experience with supernatural things before this reality. "I will open my chest so you can see. It does not cause me discomfort."

He leans back as he says this, chest panels shifting to open. Velocity can probably recognise the shape of the thing inside him, as many of their race would-- this strange Matrix appears to be fully inorganic, until she looks closer and sees that it seems to be wooden around the handles. Then she might notice she's being watched. Not by Primal, who is also looking down as his finials very slowly start to droop, but by a few clusters of smaller eyes that have opened on it.

"That is indeed... odd." It's probably no surprise how faraway Primal's voice sounds, but also a testament to his willpower that he doesn't immediately react in a significantly less downplayed way, even though he really, really wants to. "It probably shouldn't be in there. I'll take it out for study."

He reaches in and easily grips the handles, as they were made for his hands, and gently attempts to lift it out. If he pretends hard enough, he can ignore the eyes watching his movements.

Primal manages to move it about an inch before he suddenly jerks forward, almost elbowing poor Velocity in the face, as he doubles over on the berth with a feral, animalistic shriek of pure agony, his optics going extremely wide and bright from the shock of it. He brings a fist down on the berth out of reflex to try and deal with the pain, hard enough that he splinters most of his knuckles and splatters energon across it. This works in his favour; the pain stops when he lets go of the relic and his processor is immediately diverted to the new problem of his broken hand.

He says nothing else, then, just stays doubled over on the berth, optical mechanisms spinning wildly as he tries to process it all.