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[his protestation message doesn't get sent as he stands up, his brain goes static, then he slips back onto the slab. he leans against it and puts a hand to his head. ohhhhh, here comes the migraine. megatron's expression becomes fixed in an angry scowl, annoyed at himself for being what he perceives to be too weak to just get on with things. this isn't something he would expect from his decepticons anymore, but he should bounce back faster, or at least have the will to act like he has. what a truly pathetic display.]

I'm fine, I'm not going to fall down like some useless decrepit old mechanism.

[...that might be how he's feeling about himself right now. ugh. he shifts away from the nurse.]

Don't jab me with that.