Blurr groggily opened his optics, finding himself face-up in Red Alert's medbay. He groaned in exasperation. "Big surprise, I've been here for a decacycle." He thought. The medbay doors neatly slid open to reveal Red Alert herself."Good morning, Agent Blurr. How are we feeling today?" Blurr wanted to respond, but all that came out of his speech synthesizer was "Mmngh." Red Alert smiled dryly. "How interesting. Did you recharge well?" Blurr didn't respond. "Blurr, these questions actually serve a purpose outside of friendly conversation, I need to know if your sedatives were effective."
Blurr frowned. "I suppose so..." he said after a long silence. "I'll take it they were a success then. They were our most powerful, if they didn't work, we may have had to resort to knocking you on the processor." Red Alert said as she stopped the flow of the various painkillers from Blurr's station.
"I-think-it-would-be-best-to-release-me-from-care- now." Blurr stated shortly. Red Alert placed a servo on her hip. "Blurr. Do I have to remind you again that your body was crushed into a cube? It's a miracle you survived that, but it's an even greater one that you managed to survive surgery. Right now, your body is about as stable as a Sparkling's art project, if I let you go now, you'd fall apart before you could make it out the door." Blurr sat up to protest. "But I-" "But nothing. I understand that you feel restless, but it's going to take a few solar cycles before you can even walk with a cane." Blurr bit his lip in frustration, but he knew that Red Alert was right. "Now, would you like some Energon before you go to the Welding Room, or would you prefer it afterword?" "I-am-not-particularly-peckish-at-the-moment." Blurr said, averting optic contact with his nurse. "Very well, let me help you into your hover chair." Red Alert gingerly helped the blue Autobot into his chair and began to push him out of the room. "This will be over before you know it, Blurr."
Blood splattered over the surrounding highways of the Chrysler Building. People screamed, fainted, ran, and tripped over each other to get away. "Whatcha watching, little buddy?" Bulkhead inquired when he saw Bumblebee sitting on the couch watching the carnage on the tv screen. "Q: The Winged Serpent." Bumblebee said, not taking his optics off the television. Bulkhead and Bumblebee had moved back to their old factory on Earth after the end of the war ceremonies, mostly to stick around with Sari and chill out after all the mayhem with the Decepticons. Optimus was still dealing with a few formalities back on Cybertron, and Ratchet had gone on his own private hiatus. "So, what do you wanna do today? I hear Sari has a cool new game console." Bulkhead frowned when he received no response from Bumblebee. "Bee, what's wrong?" Bulkhead asked, placing a servo on his friends shoulder. Bumblebee swiftly maneuvered away from Bulkhead's touch.
Bulkhead let out a long sigh and ponderously made his way onto the couch next to his little yellow friend. After a few moments, he spoke up. "I miss him too." "This isn't about Prowl, okay?" Bumblebee snapped. Bulkhead raised a brow. "There's no need to get all huffy, I'm trying to make you feel better." "Then leave me alone." Bumblebee retorted. Bulkhead made a hurt expression. "If that's what you want." he said quietly. The big green Autobot then got to his feet and transformed into vehicle mode.
"Sari and I'll miss you." Bulkhead called out as he headed for the door. He wasn't surprised when he didn't get a response and drove outside into the warm summer air. Bee had been forlorn ever since Prowl had gone offline, but it seemed to be hitting him especially hard today. Bulkhead muttered something to himself as he merged onto the highway. "Hopefully, this'll all be over soon."
