Prime watched the world go on around him; he felt disconnected from it. The autobots were reporting in to Simmons, but he hadn't heard anything for over 24 hours. The human doctors were doing everything in their power to save Bumblebee but none of it was working. He stared at the closed door. It felt like the doctor had been in there with Bee forever and he was stuck out here in limbo.

The doctor finally came out of Bee's room and Prime could see the worry etched on his face. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do. Something inside of him is interfering with our equipment. I can't get a good look inside him so I don't know what's wrong with him. He's just not responding to any of our treatments."

Prime stood up, towering over the young doctor. "You make us become human and then you just let us die?" Prime's voice was filed with rage. Was this how Megatron felt? Was this what the fallen had suspected all along? Prime walked past the helpless doctor and into Bee's room. He closed the door, shutting the doctor out of his thoughts. He had made this choice for them. He had opted to stay and they had all stayed because of him. There were no more autobots; only humans. Humans with the power to do nothing but sit back and watch as one of their own died. He brushed Bee's hair out of his face. He hadn't woken up since yesterday when he had apologized. It plagued Prime, why had Bee apologized? His phone rang. He glanced at the called ID and put it to his ear. "Ratchet?"

"Thought I'd give you an update. Megatron is still MIA. They're got Mecha 1 blasting at full capacity. If he's within 50 miles Soundwave will be human." Ratchet could hear the strain in Optimus Prime's voice.

"Ironhide can handle Starscream. We need you here. The doctor's can't help Bee. I need you to see what you can do for him." Prime paced back in forth in the tiny room. Ratchet was their last hope for saving Bumblebee.

Ratchet stood, frozen by what Prime had said. "The humans said..."

"The humans were wrong! We're not as human as they thought we were. He's dying, Ratchet." Prime could hear Ratchet breathing on the other end. He had sounded like Megatron for a moment there and Ratchet had heard it too.

"I'm on my way."

Prime sat back down on the chair next to Bumblebee's bed. He wanted to blame the humans, to blame anyone, but he knew whose fault it was. It was his own fault. He had trusted the humans. The others had merely followed their commander. If they hadn't taken all of Bee's choices away he would have been safe in the house. He wouldn't have run into Megatron or Starscream. Prime put his head in his hands and waited for Ratchet to come. It was all he could do.