TFA: RFS Chp. 13

Previously:

"Jazz! Call the others, tell them to meet me at the hospital!" Prowl yelled without looking back. He looked down at Spirit, who was beginning to turn white, and back to the road. He kept running faster as the seconds went by. He hoped he'd make it to the hospital in time. "Why didn't she call for help? Why didn't call me when she was hurt?" Prowl kept repeating these questions in his head as he ran towards the hospital. He still had 35 blocks left to go. He could feel Spirit's heart slowing. 20 blocks left, Spirit began to breath hard and her body started to go limp. 10 blocks left, Prowl ran faster than he had even ran, trying to get to the hospital before it was too late. 4 blocks left, Spirit's heart and breathing began to slow down even more. 100 yards, Spirit's body went limp. 10 feet Prowl pushed himself to his limit. He felt as though his legs would give out at any second. Then he made it. But he looked down at Spirit, she was…

… not breathing. Her heart had stop and her body was limp. "Somebody Help!" Prowl yelled. He waited for a few seconds before 6 men ran out to see what was wrong. They saw Spirit lying in Prowl's hands. One ran back inside and grabbed a gurney. The Men outside took Spirit from Prowl's hands and placed her on the gurney before rushing her inside. Prowl stood there as the gurney went into the ER and out of sight. He sat down on the sidewalk and looked down at his hands. His tan colored fingers were lined with red as was his palms. The red liquid trickled down his arms and dripped onto the sidewalk. "Prowl…?" Prowl's optics shot up from his hand to the source of the voice. In front of him, Jazz stood there along with the others. "Where's Spirit?" Sari asked. "They took her into the ER." Prowl said in a barely audible voice. "Do you know how long it will be before we see her?" Bumblebee asked him. Prowl looked back down at his hands, the blood started to dry. "Do you need any company?" Sari asked She received no answer. "Let's leave the kid alone for now," Ratchet said as he turned away. The others followed and Ratchet as they transformed and went off. All but one.

"I'll stay, if it's cool with you." Jazz said standing in front of Prowl. Prowl nodded his head and Jazz sat down beside him. They both sat cross-legged on the sidewalk for about 4 hours until one of the men who took Spirit inside came out. "Excuse me, Sir. Your friend is going to be alright. We had a couple of touch-and-go moments but she pulled through. You can see her in an hour." No one could fathom how happy Prowl was at this news. If he were anything like Bumblebee he would get up and start dancing in joy. Instead he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. He called the others and told them the news. They were just as happy as he was and were heading over right then and there.

When Optimus, Ratchet and the others arrived they waited to hear about Spirit's condition. The surgeon who had operated on Spirit walked out with a clipboard and wore the usual white coat. "Spirit had some pretty nasty cuts and bruises but those were easily patched up, she had a small fracture in her arm too. She also had a gunshot wound in her left shoulder that if it were any closer to her heart she wouldn't have made it," "So we can see her?" Sari asked politely. "Yes, in fact we can actually discharge her today, so long as she is kept indoors and away from heavy items. We don't want her stitches to come out. Also make sure she gets plenty of rest and take two painkillers every other day." He instructed, making it sound as if he had treated Spirit before. "Well noted, so she can come out now?" Prime asked hoping for a 'yes' from the surgeon. "Yes, she can I'll go get her right-" He was cut off by the door behind him opening. In the doorway stood Spirit with bandages all over her. "Hey guys." Spirit said trying to lift her and before wincing in pain. "Spirit your ok." Bumblebee said with joy in his voice. "Can't keep this kid down. I'm luckier than a rabbits foot." Spirit said proudly "As luck as a cat in a dog pound, Spirit you know better than to go off like that at night." The surgeon scoffed as he reached into his pocket for a vial of painkillers. "You know Spirit?" Prowl asked with a confused look on his face. "I treated this kid since she was born. From her first vaccination to this recent fiasco. The name is Richard, Richard Faulknal." Richard said holding out his hand. "Now Spirit do as your told and don't get into any more trouble, If I have to patch you up again I'm going to make you into a ragdoll you hear." He said waving a finger at Spirit. "Yes Sir." Spirit said before getting onto Prowl's hand. Once on they all walked away from the hospital and back home for a good recharge. Spirit looked up Prowl knowing exactly what he did. "Thanks, Prowl, nobody's ever done anything like that for me before. I owe, big time." Spirit said in her head and with a smile she turned her head back to its forward position as they all headed home. Prowl looked down at Spirit he made a promise in his mind to her, "I'm never going to let you go through that pain again, I promise."