It was not quite 3am when Flat-Top woke to the sensation of his arm falling off.

His arm wasn't ACTUALLY falling off, of course, it just felt like it should be. The pain meds had worn off, and he was in agony. He let out a low hiss of pain through gritted teeth as he sat up, looking around the dark, unfamiliar room in confusion. Where was he?

Duvay had always been a light sleeper, and the sound of Flat-Top shifting on the couch woke her up. It took her a moment to remember that she had a guest.

"Hey, you okay?"

The brick truck groaned wordlessly, clenching his teeth as he moved his shoulder. "Duvay...?" His voice was low and rumbly, still gritty from sleep, and tight from pain.

"...You don't remember jack shit, do you?"

He groaned again, gripping his upper arm with his opposite hand. "Where are we?"

"My station," Duvay told him, rolling out of bed. "You wandered over here last night."

"Oh Starlight." He grimaced. "I'm sorry. I was so doped up on those pain meds Wrench gave me..."

"I know. You brought them." Duvay grabbed the bottle off the counter. "Do you need more? I can take care of you. I also have some...you know, normal pain killers."

He chuckled, voice still rather rough. "I think something a bit less powerful would be better."

Duvay took some medication out of the cabinet, filled a glass with water, and brought the items to Flat-Top on the couch. "You poor thing. That can't feel good."

He smiled tightly, accepting the water and pain meds. "Thank you." He swallowed the pills and downed the water, cringing as the movement of his neck pulled on his shoulder.

Duvay cringed along with him. That shoulder really didn't look good. She reached out and cupped his face, brushing his cheek with her thumb. She caught herself and pulled her hands back into her lap. "So, you don't remember...anything? Anything at all?"

He tensed briefly at her touch, glancing sideways at her. "Not really, no..."

"That's some pretty powerful stuff, isn't it?" Duvay yawned.

He nodded, and stood, looking slightly unsteady on his feet. "I should get out of your hair..."

Duvay held her hands up, blocking his exit. "I really don't mind, and it's three in the morning; I'm not sure you should be walking back to the freight yard by yourself."

He blinked in surprise. "Three in the-...Starlight, did I just burst in here in the middle of the night?"

"You burst in here around eight thirty. I was awake, you were high, everything was okay."

He dragged his hand through his hair and then down his face, cringing. "I'm so sorry."

Duvay smiled. "I mean it. I don't mind you staying here tonight."

He paused, rubbing the back of his neck with his good hand. "I wouldn't want to impose...anymore than I already have, that is."

"You're not imposing," Duvay insisted. Then, she backed off a little bit. "But I don't want to hold you hostage or anything. I'd be happy to skate with you back to the freight yard."

He sighed, dropping his arm. "If you really don't mind...I probably shouldn't be moving around that much..."

"Of course not!" Duvay took a hold of his good arm and guided him back down onto the couch. She sat next to him. "So, um...what's the last thing you remember?"

"Uh...Wrench had me take pain meds...now I'm here."

"Oh..." Duvay said softly. That little voice in her head piped up again. "Forget about it, Duvay. He doesn't really care about you or think you're beautiful or anything else he said. Only someone high as a kite would say that about you."

"Yeah..." He half cringed, half smiled apologetically. "Sorry if I was...whatever."

Duvay giggled. "You were a little handsy, but nothing I couldn't handle."

"Oh Starlight." He cringed. "I'm really sorry."

"It's no big deal."

"You shoulda punched my lights out."

"Your lights were already out."

He laughed, the warmest, fullest laugh she'd ever heard come from him. "You coulda done some damage though. Gotten me offa you."

Duvay bit her lip. She didn't know what to say. She hadn't exactly wanted him off of her.

He groaned, half laughing as he leaned heavily back on the couch. "Starlight. That piece of shit really did a number on me."

"He did that on purpose?"

Flat-Top grinned. Well, more bared his teeth. "Sure seemed on purpose. Though I guess I deserved it."

Duvay pulled her knees up onto the couch and faced him. "What happened, if I may ask?"

"Oh it was just a little disagreement, is all. Nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to him as soon as my head stops spinning."

Duvay scoffed. "Best to keep your disagreements to yourself, with him. I coulda warned you about that," she said casually, as if they were discussing the weather.

His face darkened. "See that's the problem."

"What's the problem?"

"He hurt you."

Duvay shifted. "I mean, yeah, but…"

He shook his head. "But nothing." Reaching out with his good arm, he patted her shoulder. "I don't want you to worry about it, it's fine."

Duvay looked confused. She changed the subject. "Are you tired?"

He nodded. "Yeah, you?"

"Yeah." She stood up. "I'll let you sleep. Just...shout if you need anything, okay?"

Flat-Top nodded again, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked at her. "Thanks, Duvay."

"Don't mention it. Goodnight."

The next morning, he was already gone before she woke up, but a small bundle of daisies was left on the couch where he had been.