{ surely, devon and bonnie had more pressing matters to attend to. nothing a little phone call can’t take care of… quietly getting up and out of his seat to venture out into the halls. there’s a loose phone out here somewhere, he recalls. be right back, michael! }

{ do not stay awake for his benefit. he’s happy to see him fully resting, setting aside the magazine. he needs a new round, he’s cycled through all 5 magazines available. * 🫩 }

{ glancing over at michael. has he fallen asleep yet? }

michael… try not to move so much. i know you’re uncomfortable, but you’ll get better if you relax.

bonnie is in the middle of fixing me up. i think she activated this so i could be out of her hair, so to speak…

{ maybe he was annoying her too much by asking for updates with michael. pursing his lips. }

i will be fine. do not worry for me.

she said you need to rest.

{ peeking over at the magazines… how kind of them to supply something to pass the time, pulling one over into his lap. }

that’s good to hear. thank you for everything so far.

{ kitt has to remember to flash a smile, otherwise he’ll look emotionless. might as well get as cozy as he can, taking one of the seats available off to the side. }

you heard her, michael. i trust you’ll take her word more seriously.

{ he’s quite literally speechless, a feat that is rarely ever achieved. a - HEM, attention quickly shifting away from michael and onto the nurse instead. * 💦 }

michael, this is hardly an appropriate topic for the medical staff to overhear.
apologies, miss. is his state improving at all?

devon did. it seems he did not enjoy what bonnie had me in originally, so he took it upon himself to find something… less appropriate for a hospital visit.

{ even he feels a tad overdressed. * 💧 }

do i look okay?

{ side eye… the compliment is appreciated, but he thinks it’s the medication talking. setting the clipboard back in its holder, stepping over towards the side of the bed. }

absolutely not. you’re lucky to be awake right now, so, be thankful for that much. do you need some ice for your head?

ah! don’t move, michael. lay down.

{ he points towards him, familiar to michael’s own movements. kitt learned from the best! now reaching over for the chart, grabbing it to look at the papers available. knowing kitt, he’ll have a photographic memory… }

yes, it’s me. can’t you tell?

yes. oh, i didn’t get to show you… this is my holoform, michael! so i can make sure you’re doing okay in the hospital.

{ LIGHTLY patting his shoulder, immediately moving away towards the door. he’s on a mission! }

where’s your patient clipboard? i want to look at the information…

what? no— i’m here to see you! i was so worried after everything.

{ he speaks as he’s overlooking michael’s features, seemingly checking him as best as he can without the help of his technology. }

are you okay? devon is going to be here in just a moment, he’s checking in right now.

michael—?

{ he’s not going to recognize you in this form, kitt. stepping over to the man’s side. * 😥 }

{ after bonnie had sent kitt to meet up with devon in his office, he had also taken the opportunity to dress kitt up, instead of keeping him in his casual wear… once they get to the hospital, devon sends kitt ahead to check on michael, traveling through the halls before nudging into the room. }

“ and you won’t be, guaranteed with this form. i’m going to take a short break anyway, but * you… can go ahead and visit michael in the hospital. ”

{ bonnie replies, stepping out to instead take a close look at the holoform, fingers adjusting his hair. }

“ after a few… hah, adjustments, that is. ”

he seems puzzled when looking at his hands, overlooking his new form as it fizzles into proper place. }

“ it worked! look at you… the resemblance is uncanny, kitt. devon is going to be stunned. ”

can i… help with repairing myself? you look exhausted, bonnie. i don’t want to be useless.

“ all right, i think this should do the trick… ”

{ bonnie murmurs, activating the newest mechanism applied within his dash— unfortunately, it’s the best time to do so, considering how much of kitt she’ll have to reconstruct. kitt’s holoform springs forward into sight, right before his hood.

“ well, he’s stable right now, which is the best case scenario. they’re continuing with running tests on him, to get the full scope of his injuries. but don’t worry, devon will stay with him at the hospital. ”

{ lightly pats on his dash. }

“ so, you have me for right now. now, let’s fix you up… ”

“ don’t you be sorry, kitt. you did everything you were able to do in that situation. ”

and, michael…? how is he, is he okay? i couldn’t scan his vitals. i’m very worried.

{ of course he is, bonnie’s thinking to herself, thinking of the best way to phrase it… }

well, we did not face trouble * on cybertron, if i can correct that… i’m sorry, bonnie. i should have reacted sooner.

{ shaking her head in a silent response, seating herself near the passenger’s side door to overlook the repairs necessary. that bomb did one hell of a number on him. * 💢 }

“ kitt, i thought i told the two of you to not get into any trouble while you were out there… ”

{ she’s never mad at kitt, but that protective nature towards him always shows itself whenever he’s injured. her touch brushes along his hood which bears no physical damage, it’s all internal. }

bon—nie… is that you?

{ you’re all too glitchy, kitt, don’t stress yourself out trying to communicate. now she would have went to check on michael as well, but it’s important for him to get looked at instead of chatting. loading kitt up on the ramp to haul him off. her little kitt… * ☹️ }

{ STOP MOVING. it’s great timing that the paramedics arrive to immediately come to michael’s aid, halting him from further injuring himself. at the very least, this is great news. enough so that he can deactivate himself to preserve some energy until the foundation comes for him… * 🌀 }

michael…! you— shouldn’t be moving. you need to sit. you most— likely have a concussion… i can’t run your vitals right now.

{ his scanner weakly hums amidst the glitching of his speech, the vehicle laid on his side. this is so sad. }

michael—?

{ his voice glitches, but attempts to reach michael as he remains right where he landed. paramedics are on their way, and kitt is really rendered useless in this situation, his systems beginning to malfunction as he continues to run diagnostics. all to no avail.
onto reaching devon… }

considering they’re nearby the space bridge still, there has to be a quick response time when calling for emergency services. devon will be informed second. * 📞 }

{ he may have been toppled over and have his internal systems considerably damaged at the moment, but kitt maintains some semblance of consciousness, enough so to harshly microjam karr’s circuitry. don’t you try and spot michael out, you fiend.

{ kitt’s scanner is whirring in return, acting all too fast for him to properly warn michael what’s even going on. he has approximately 10 seconds to get him out of the bomb’s distance. }

sorry, pal— you’ve got to go before this hits you. forgive me.

{ EJECTING! have a safe fall, michael… }

i’ll do my best to give you a visual.

{ as soon as they’re moving to turn, kitt is able to scan into karr’s cabin for who the mystery assailant is— popping it onto the screen. }

i don’t believe my scanners are deceiving me. it’s garthe.