(thoughts)
When Starscream's optics came online, he just about had a spark attack! He stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling. Unable to feel his wings, he felt his intakes rapidly increase and his optics swam. A loud ringing pierced his audio receptors.
He felt servos helping him up into a sitting position, a voice was telling him to calm down but how could he! His wings were gone, he didn't know where he was and he was burning! He panted.
"Come on, Starscream"
A voice interrupted his rushed thoughts, he fought to focus on that.
"Deep breaths, come on"
He tried
"That's it, slower now"
He obeyed
A blue blur came into his vision,
(Red Alert, the Autobot medic)
Another blur joined the other one catching his attention, bigger, blue and red
(Prime)
He didn't know what to do, he was too exhausted to try and get up and besides, he didn't feel threatened.
He flinched when he felt servos on his face but he suddenly felt safe. His body went limp and he was laid back down.
"Shhh, shh, Starscream" Optimus cooed
The prime looked over the flier with pity filled optics. He couldn't understand why any leader would leave a soldier on the battlefield, especially when they were this injured. Optimus hated Megatron, not only for his cause and what he does to his mechs but also for they way Megatron treats his own soldiers. Especially this youngling.
Optimus watched as Starscream's tears stopped and fell into recharge. He looked to his medic, who sighed,
"He's stable, for now"
"Good. Well done"
Red Alert gave a small smile at the praise.
"Why don't you go and get some rest, Red. I'll watch over him."
Red Alert gratefully nodded,
"Thank you. But call me if anything changes"
"Will do."
As the medic left the medbay, Optimus got comfortable on the chair at Starscream's berth side. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.