WolfGalaxiaOwl dares:
I dare Medix to say no to everyone for 48 hours.

Medix: I... don't know how i feel about this.

Whirl: why? All you're saying is "no" to everyone!

Medix: precisely. But what if they need medical assistance and they ask for my help?

Whirl: then you work around that. Tell them to say something like "let me die" and you'll say no! It works!

Medix: that is illogical. Yet it may actually work.

Whirl: so.....?

Medix: I'll.... accept this dare!

*later on during their break*

Hotshot, arm around Medix's shoulders: hey babe wanna make out?

Medix: *actually not busy and kind of wants to make out with him* no.

Hotshot: *disappointed* okay babe. Maybe next time.

*later in Professor Chase's class*

Recruits: *taking a test*

Hoist: *leaning over to Medix* psst Medix? My pencil broke. Can I borrow one of yours?

Medix: *would've happily let him borrow one* nope sorry.

Whirl: *immediately* you can borrow mine Hoist.

Medix: *guiltily continues the test*

*that night during their workout time*

Wedge: *holding his shoulder as he walks over to Medix who is stretching with Hotshot* hey Medix? I think I dislocated my shoulder. Can you look at it for me?

Medix: *oh you bet he feels like an ass* no you're fine.

Hotshot: are you sure babe?? Wedge looks like he's in a lot of pain.

Medix: *frag* no I am not sure.

Hotshot: so why don't you check it??

Medix, regretfully:

Hotshot: *pretty pissed* well alright then jackass I'll go and help him since you're being stubborn *gets up to go and help Wedge*

Wedge: *lets out a small yell when Hotshot forced the shoulder back into place* oh my Primus! Thank you Hotshot!

Hotshot: no problem buddy. Glad I could help! Unlike the actual medical bot on our team.

Medix: *can't hold it in anymore and bursts into tears as he runs out*

Whirl: oh no... it went too far.

Hotshot: what did?

Whirl: the dare... Medix was dared to say "no" to everyone. Regardless of what the situation is.

Hotshot: WAIT WHAT?!?!

Hotshot: *books it after Medix without a second thought* Medix wait!! I'm sorry!!!

*the next morning*

Medix: *as Hotshot has his arm wrapped around him* I'm so sorry everyone.

Recruits: don't be.

Hoist: you were dared to do it so no harm no foul.

Wedge: so you have to say "no" to anything we ask for another 24 hours now?

Medix: *catches himself* oh fuck you.

Recruits: *burst out laughing*

*during their chores*

Hotshot: *fucking with Medix* so babe?

Medix: *oh God*

Hotshot: should I put the bandages on the top shelf? You know, the place you like to put them.

Medix: *face is screaming "fuck you" at him* no.

Hotshot: *shit eating grin as he makes optic contact with Medix and puts the bandages on the middle shelf*

Medix: *planning his funeral*

*later while the recruits are chilling*

Wedge: *while trying not to laugh* hey Medix? I think your mechfriend is hot *ignores Hotshot's goofy faces* what about you?

Medix: *without hesitation* no.

*later on outside*

Hotshot: *guilt tripping Medix*

Medix: *smug look*

Whirl: *falls and sprains her ankle* ow!!

Recruits: WHIRL!

Whirl: I sprained my ankle. Medix- *stops herself*

Medix: *places a servo on her shoulder* it's okay Whirl.

Whirl: *pained smile* can you not help me with my sprained ankle?

Medix: hell no! *grabs his medical kit and treats her ankle* are you crazy?! It's a sprained ankle for Primus sake!

Recruits: *laughing ensues*

*that evening*

Whirl: *resting her ankle as she looks at the time* hey Medix?

Medix: *in background* no.

Whirl: *tries not to laugh* your time is up by the way.

Medix: *dashes in and throws a shit ton of pencils at Hoist* there you go Hoist!!

Medix: *physically checks Wedge's shoulder* all good. Don't put any weight on it for the next week. Oh and Wedge?

Wedge: yeah?

Medix: *as he straddles a confused Hotshot* I don't think my mechfriend is hot. I think he's a hot shot!

Hoist: *kneeslap*

Medix: *points back at him* thank you Hoist.

Hotshot: *dying*

Medix: *gets close and wraps his arms around Hotshot's neck* I'm joking. I think he's smoking hot.

Wedge: eugh

Medix: oh and sweetspark? Remember that make out session you asked about?

Hotshot: yeah?

Medix: *makes out with him, yep glossa and everything*

Wedge:

Hotshot: *loving this*

Medix: *breaks away* oh and there's something else.

Hotshot: *dreamily* uh huh~?

Medix: I'll need you to reorganize my medical cabinet, please.

Hotshot: *snaps out of it* ah shit.