Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Transformers, nor would I ever claim to. They all belong to their respected owners whom I worship and wish I could kiss the ground they walk on. I, in no way make money of any kind, not even play money, from this fanfiction (though I doubt I could) so please don't sue. I love you long time.
Warning: This story is a bit OOC, but I will try and stay in character as best as I can, though my stories aren't amazing I try. I'm working on writer's block so it was a bit difficult to get this out and ready with my other stories awaiting updates, so please let me know if it is any good. I have no beta, so there will be mistakes but I will try and get them up and out of the way. Yes this is a Sideswipe/OC/Sunstreaker romance. I personally love those. Ha! If I have used anything similar in your story please let me know. I know many people with original ideas but this came to me when watching Transformers again and tend to forget rather easily stuff I read here and there. Yet, I will give proper credit when due, so please don't yell. Just message me and I will apologize profusely and remedy it.
"Get the defibrillator! She's coding!" One doctor shouted to the nurses as they scurried about, trying to tend to other patients from the mission city accident. Sharply removing the respirator and starting CPR, hands clasping together to start compressions on the heart.
"Where the fuck is my machine!" The doctor yelled once again, startling the nurse for half a second as she ran in with it. Turning the switch, she waited for it to charge, the seconds passing like hours. The heart monitors' piercing beep assaulting their ears signaling its readiness.
"Doctor! It's ready!" She shouted over loudly, being drowned out by the heart monitor, while handing over the high voltage twin set of paddles, adding a hefty amount of clear solution to prevent the burning of skin as the nurse checked the capacitor.
"CLEAR!" The doctor yelled, her hands clenching the handles so tightly her knuckles turned white. The jolt making her jump back slightly when she pressed it onto her patients upper abdomen. It had taken the doctor six tries before sighing in defeat, the patience red crimson blood flowing down easily onto the comforter. The repeated attempts to revive her opening the heavily sutured wounds. Sweat bedding down the corner of her temples, and a grim expression marring her mid-thirties face.
"Time…?" She looked over to the nurse, the wrist watch on her wrist biting her skin roughly, leaving huge red trail all the way around.
"11:42PM….." Taking down the time, she handed the clip board to the doctor and had her sign. A heavy look of defeat adding to the fourteen hour shift she had already went through. Looking to the body while shaking her head roughly, she kicked the side of the bed, the metal jarring her foot and pulsing from the force she put behind it. It felt good to her. This day sucked and even if it was for a second she wanted to think of something else.
"Time to alert the next of kin. Does it say?" Receiving a nod of confirmation, she pointed outside and the nurse rushed out, the doctor muttering a 'thanks' and walked out behind her. Grumbling the doctor wondered if this was the profession she should have chosen. Taking your heart away from it was too hard. Moving down the white long halls of the hospital, she heard the intercom 'beep' and her name being muttered with a room number and a code. Sighing, she pushed off into a sprint and heading to the direction indicated. Another patient was waiting before she was allowed to leave, and another long day was in her future tomorrow. But though she grimaced heavily on it, she knew it was what she lived for.