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Cody.

[he sounds.... miserable]

I apologize for leaving you so suddenly. Where are you currently?

[toguidethem]

I'm in the hallway on my way back to my room.

You don't need to worry about me, Prowl.

Are you okay? Why did you leave?

[pffft]

I'm fine. Another human was hurt, so I left to transport them.

[How to talk about death with a human child? He hopes Cody doesn't ask.]

[toguidethem]

I'm sorry. I hope they get better soon.

[Cody is only 8 years old and, as bright as he is, this is something that's bit beyond him.]

We don't have any human doctors here.

I think that's going to be a problem overall.

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[Cody doesn't ask, and Prowl is happy not to inform him. Someone else will get to have that conversation. ]

It is. Ratchet does his best, but he's Cybertronian. Our physiology is too different to make medical skills easily transferable.

I'm afraid I don't have a clear answer to give you about that.

[toguidethem]

It's okay.

[Cody should ask. Maybe he already knows.]

I hope we can hang out again later. I won't keep you any longer.

Goodbye Prowl.

[pffft]

Goodbye, Cody.

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