Chapter 7

It all happened so quickly. I don't remember…what happened? I…Sentinel? I see him talking but I can't hear anything…the truck! I pushed him out of the way…I can't move…I can't move!

Optimus was on his back, staring off to one side. The truck had stopped instantly, the driver transforming and becoming frantic. Sentinel staggered to his feet and marched over. he fell to his knees beside his friend.

"Optimus?" Sentinel whispered.

Sentinel? Why can't I reply! Why can't I move…

Sentinel looked up. Everyone had seemed to stop and whisper. The driver looked as if in a daze. Sentinel just wanted someone to tell him it was going to be okay. Someone to say things would work out. Optimus always told him that…

"Optimus!" Sentinel sobbed. "Say something! Say anything!"

"S…" Sentinel stopped. Optimus groaned, pulling his hand together in fist.

"I…I…I can't…move…" Optimus mumbled. "It…it hurts…"

"What do I do? What do I do!" sniffled Sentinel.

"Out of the road, would be good…" Optimus stifled a chuckle.

Sentinel did his best. He gently and slowly pulled Optimus to their shelter. He rested him and the best bed. Optimus smiled lightly but his optics closed. Sentinel shivered. He always played roughly with Optimus but he never imaged this happening. He couldn't think. That was always Optimus…

"I'm going to get Elita…she'll know what to do!" howled Sentinel, dashing out. "She'll fix everything!"

I heard him leave. He sounded so…scared. No. I must've been mistaken. Sentinel is never afraid. He's never scared…

Sentinel ran down the path as fast as he could. He couldn't get the picture out of his head. Optimus was so damaged. He almost missed the turn to Elita's drive. He ran right up to her house, forgetting all forms of secrecy. He ran to the door and knocked loudly, begging for Elita. He waited patiently a moment. Finally the door opened. Elita stood, slightly confused.

"Sentinel, if this is some type of…where's Optimus?" Elita questioned.

"He…truck…push…me…damaged…" panted Sentinel.

"Slow down! What about a truck? What happened, Sentinel?" Elita begged.

"A truck his Optimus!" shouted Sentinel.

"No…" gasped Elita.

"Please! You have to tell me what to do! He's hurt! He stopped talking!" Sentinel begged.

"Where is he?" Elita asked.

How long have I been lying here? What happened to Sentinel…he went to get Elita, right. What was that?

Optimus opened his optics lightly. The world spun a little. The light from above was lost. Someone's shadow was over him. He tried to turn his head, to see who was here. He couldn't. A hand rested on his chest. His spark ached. He couldn't focus on it.

"Sentinel?" he managed to whisper.

There was no answer. The bot moved his hand away. He touched the leg. Optimus felt a pain shoot through him. He gasped the best he could but he felt his check go heavy. He couldn't move again. The world was fuzzy.

"You're not Sentinel…" he replied.

"What is your name?"

"Optimus…"

"What happened?"

"A truck…hit me."

"Hmm…I assume Sentinel is your friend?"

"I pushed him out of the way."

"Where has he gone?"

"Elita's."

"Where is that at?"