A/N: Wrote this because I wanted more angst for these two. This is in Sunstorm's POV.
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Hurt
Seeing you there, I ask myself,
What were you thinking?
So still,
It's almost like you're dead.
Sitting by your side,
I don't want to leave you alone with the "doctors."
Seeing you there, I ask myself,
What were you thinking?
So many scars,
I can barely recognize you.
Crying hard,
I know you wouldn't want me to.
Seeing you there, I ask myself,
What were you thinking?
So quiet,
The silence doesn't suit you.
Holding your servo,
I wish you'd wake up and end this nightmare.
Seeing you there, I ask myself,
Why? I'm not worth this.
A/N: The word "doctors" was quoted because could the Constructicons really be considered doctors?
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