Mary-Anne groans, opening her eyes just to find that she can't see. She tries to sit up in shock, but she's strapped to the table that she's on. "Who are you? Why did you tie me down? What are you going to do to me?"
Ratchet turns around from his computer, "Oh, you're awake." He undoes the bonds that are tying her to the medical table. "But don't move around too much. You're still weak."
She flinches at his voice, "What happened?" She tries to look around, "Why can't I see? Who are you? Where am I?"
Ratchet looks blankly at her, "Woah woah woah! One question at a time, please."
Mary-Anne pulls her knees up to her chest, "Who are you?"
The medic answers promptly. "I am Ratchet, medic for the Autobots. We are autonomous robotic organisms From the Planet Cybertron, led by Optimus-"
The girl interrupts him, "Oh. I know who you are now." She pulls away from him a little. "So what happened?"
Ratchet coughs indignantly, "How do you know?"
"You're the medic, Ratchet, right? I must be in your secret base. Amazing. Guess I was destined to eventually end up here. Optimus Prime is your leader, Clutch is the muscle, Bumblebee is your scout, and Switchblade is a converted prisoner. You're fighting against Megatron and his decepticons to protect and defend planet Earth and yourselves." Mary-Anne winces, "So why do I feel like I was run over by a herd of elephants?"
The Autobot looks confused, "What's an elephant? And how do you know all of that?"
She sighs, "Research. Amazing what you can do with the ability to hack. Now what happened?"
"What is an elephant?" Ratchet is curious now.
Mary-Anne rolls her eyes, "Look it up. Now why am I here with two broken legs, a broken rib, and a broken arm? Not to mention being blind."
He turns around and opens a search engine on his computer, "Our scout ran into you out by a park. He was going way over the speed limit, and you crumpled. It's a miracle you're alive at all." Ratchet squints at the screen, "If that's an elephant, they are really ugly."
"Elephants are beautiful creatures. They have amazing adaptations that allow them to survive in the African Savannah." The girl winces as she crosses her arms.
Ratchet turns around in time to see her move. "From my limited knowledge of human medicine, you should not be able to move at all."
She nods, "And you're right. It hurts like crazy when I move."
He shakes his head, "Then why do you keep moving?"
"The more I move, the faster I will heal." Mary-Anne shifts slightly, "I remember what happened now." She turns her head towards Ratchet, "Can I talk to Bumblebee? I want… I need to tell him something."
The medic shifts uncomfortably. "Bumblebee is 'talking' to Optimus at the moment."
"He's not in trouble is he? It wasn't his fault, Doc! You've got to tell your leader that it wasn't his fault!" Mary-Anne turns away from him, hiding the fear in her eyes. "Please. Let me talk to him."
Ratchet turns and walks out of the medical room. Shortly, Bumblebee walks in. He buzzes sadly.
"I want you to know that this wasn't your fault. I thought that I had found a real family. They took me on a picnic to celebrate my arrival, then drugged me, blinded me, and left me in a field." Mary-Anne moves her head to face the Autobot scout. "After I woke up, I wandered through that field for an hour or so until I found the road. I was done."
Bee buzzes again. Mary-Anne laughs drily. "The first car I heard, I just jumped. Stupid experiments made me too hard to kill."
The Autobot steps back sharply and buzzes angrily. The girl looks downward, "I know. I was dehydrated and frustrated. I… I'm just glad it was you and not one of my old foster parents."
Bumblebee is silent, just looking at her sadly. Mary-Anne sighs, "I… I'm scared. Ever since I was a baby I've been afraid of the Autobots. But don't tell the others… I- I don't want to tell them my story yet."
The scout affirms with a simple nod. The girl smiles, and he realizes she can't see him. He buzzes an affirmation. "Thank-you, Bumblebee." She puts out a hand towards him, "I'm not afraid of you, though. I'm ready to tell you my story."
Bumblebee reaches out his hand, and the girl expertly and painfully climbs onto it. He transforms into his vehicular mode, as per an unspoken request for privacy.