Chapter 4
The nurses were very friendly. They took Orion in like a sparkling, attempting to comfort him and fix the cut along his faceplate. Oenopion gave each a cold glare, unpleased with the treatment. Orion was bright though, keeping his spirit as high as possible. He wouldn't fall to pieces yet. He would fall apart when Oenopion wasn't worrying.
"Now, what is your name, sweetie?" one nurse hummed.
"I'm Orion Pax. That's my brother, Oenopion," smiled Orion.
"Do you know where your parents are?" another nurse asked.
"Shut up!" ordered Oenopion.
"Alright then…How old are you, Oenopion," offered one nurse, tending to a small scrap on Oenopion's arm.
"Why do you wanna know," snapped Oenopion.
"She's only trying to be nice, Oenopion," sighed Orion, looking to his brother.
"How old are you then, Orion?" reoffered the nurse.
"I'm about ten stellar cycles," he cheered, facing the nurse. "Oenopion is eleven."
"You two are brothers, right?" hummed another nurse, finishing up on the repairs. "We don't have many brothers around here."
"As brothers, we stick together," smiled Orion.
"Well, that just about does it, Orion," the nurse nodded. "You're free to go play with the other younglings."
"Thank you, miss."
Orion leapt off the medical berth. Oenopion motioned for the door. The two stepped out of the tattered medical bay. Outside the door were Prowl, Ironhide and Ratchet. They offered friendly smiles but Oenopion disregarded them. Orion waved to them. They waved back lightly.
"Can I go play with them, Oenopion? Can I?" begged Orion.
"No. We stick together alright. You're not leaving my sight," growled Oenopion, pulling his brother along.
"But I wanna make some new friends," whispered Orion.
"I don't care," snapped Oenopion.
They went outside, where some younglings were still playing. Orion sat on the ground as Oenopion went to collect some toys. Orion sighed. Oenopion was out of character lately, and it was rather aggravating. Looking over at the building, Orion found Prowl, Ironhide and Ratchet coming over.
"Hey, Orion right?" mumbled Prowl.
"Yes. Who are you?" Orion sighed.
"Names Prowl. I used to be the eldest here till you and your brother showed up," chuckled Prowl. "This is Ironhide, a real hot head, and Ratchet, a wannabe medic."
"I'm not wannabe!" complained Ratchet.
"And I'm not a hot head!" shouted Ironhide.
"Nice to meet you," smiled Orion. "I've never really met any new bots before."
"You haven't met any new bots? Where have you been for the past three stellar cycles of this war?" snapped Ironhide.
"War?" mumbled Orion.
"Hey, you three!"
The four looked up to see a very angry Oenopion holding a ball and bat. Orion whimpered, knowing his brother was not pleased to see the new bots talking with him. Oenopion dropped the toys. Orion looked over at Prowl and the others. They seemed completely unmoved.
"Leave, now," ordered Oenopion.
"We were just talking," Prowl offered. "Trying to make the stay more enjoyable."
"Where you two live before this?" Ironhide huffed. "On the moon or something?"
"We lived on a hill not too far from here," Oenopion answered. "Now leave!"
"Oenopion, I wanna talk to them. I wanna make new friends," begged Orion.
"No!" shouted Oenopion. "We don't need friends, we've got each other!"
"But Oenopion…" Orion whimpered.
"No!" howled Oenopion.
Oenopion pulled Orion to his feet. Orion glanced back at the three as he was pulled away. An emotion pulled out that Orion rarely experienced. He was angry. Orion pulled free from his brother. Looking into his optics, Orion couldn't find his brother. Oenopion groaned, reaching out for him. Orion stepped back. This was wrong. He ran. He ran as far away from Oenopion as he could in one sprint.