Prowl had been sitting at his desk, writing the reports when he'd felt a stabbing pain in his middle.
He frowned and placed a hand on his mid-section, waiting for it to pass.
When it finally did, he kept on writing the reports. He had a meeting in ten minutes and was doing them to pass the time.
The pain came back and he wrapped his arms around his mid-section. What is going on?
He felt a rush of nausea and jerked out of his chair, leaning over the bin as he purged. He grimaced in pain and slid to the floor by the bin.
The ache was covering his whole body now and his temperature was rising. He trembled as the pain came back stronger than before and he quietly whimpered involuntarily.
He purged again, but didn't reach the bin in time, spewing the contents of his tank all over the floor.
He lay slumped against the wall, in a half-conscious state.
Why me? Why am I always the one to lock up and stuff.
He giggled at the last part of his sentence. Stuff. He stopped laughing and frowned. Now I'm acting insane, great.
He groaned at the intense throbbing pain in his middle. He moved into a sitting position as rested his head on his knees.
His processor was aching now as well. He checked his chronometer and cursed silently.
Slag, missed the meeting. Then he grinned almost maniacally.
Ah well, screw em'. It's only a meeting. What are they going to do, offline me? He thought with a demented laugh before He coughed and purged again.
He groaned at the painful burning sensation in his throat before purging again. He rested his head on his knees once more, panting heavily as his systems struggled to deal with his overheating circuits.
Thanks to his state of semi consciousness, He barely heard his door open.
"Prowl!" Is that Optimus? He was trembling violently now. "Come on Prowl; let's get you to the med-bay."
He felt strong arms pick him up and he groaned in pain at the movement.
Amazingly strong arms carried him as He was rushed through the hallways towards the med-bay. He saw shocked and concerned on the faces of the other bots as they passed.
Hah, I made them panic for once...
He started coughing uncontrollably before he violently purged all over Optimus.
Well...that'll be awkward later.
They got into the med-bay and he was quickly placed on a berth. He started squirming slightly as the scanner sent a strange tingling sensation through his frame.
"Well, as you can see, he's contracted some type of unknown virus. Bad thing is, I don't know which one, and all I know is that it's bad."
"Well…..d-duh, even I…k-knew that. And I'm only….h-half c-conscious." He murmured. He jerked to the side as he purged again. He felt Ratchet rubbing his doorwings gently and leaned them into the soothing caress.
The tactician rolled back onto the berth, still trembling violently. The burning sensation in his throat was becoming really painful now. But he wasn't about to admit it.
"He needs rest Prime, and someone to take care of him. And before you ask, I can't do it. I may be a medic, but I have others to care for. Can you take care of him until he gets a bit better?"
Yeah right. He just can't stand me. Either that or he's lazy. He thought with a soft demented giggle, before he fell silent once more.
"I'll try my best. Anything I need to do?"
"Make sure he stays on the berth, try to keep his temperature as normal as possible and if he purges try to make him drink some of this." Prowl onlined an optic long enough to catch sight of a strange blue energon cube.
Oh joy. Medication. Wow, this illness is really making me crazy.
"It'll help with the burning that purging causes."
What do you want, a cookie? Go back to cleaning your torture implements of doom.
He groaned in pain as he felt Optimus pick him up again.
He heard the door swish open and then his audios were assaulted with noise. His doorwings trembled at the agonizing level of noise. Everything was hyper-sensitive because of the virus.
"Prime, what's wrong with him?" Jazz.
"He's caught some kind of virus. Ratchet didn't know what it is, only that it's bad." Well he does know something then Sherlock.
"Is he gunna be okay?" Prowl shuddered as the noise got slightly louder. They just don't have the ability to be quiet do they….
"He just needs rest. Now excuse me." Optimus weaved through the crowd and walked into his quarters.
Prowl felt as hot as fire.
"I-I…f-fraggin' h-hate…..v-viruses." Prowl moaned and purged over the side of the berth.
He onlined his optics and focused them on his commander.
"S-Sorry...I-I can't stop p-purging."
"It's okay Prowl, you're sick, don't worry about it, just rest." Prowl lay back down on the berth, panting slightly, and feeling as weak as a helpless sparkling.
"Ratchet gave me something that's supposed to help with the burning that purging causes. Do you need it?"
Prowl weakly waved his arm dismissively as a 'no' answer. His arm flopped back down to the berth lifelessly straight after. The SIC curled up in a light recharge, holding his middle in a hope to somehow lessen the pain of the virus.
He heard Optimus lie down on the other berth and sighed.
This virus sucked.
