SOOOOOO . . . . . . I know it's been a month exactly since I updated but seven hours of homework a night and wanting to finish Doctor Who before the 50th anniversary episode comes out are not conducive to continuing fanfiction stories. sincerest apologies. Please enjoy!
After at least three times, Bee was getting pretty tired of being knocked out. It was just too dark, and he could barely think. Honestly he'd rather be awake and in pain than floating around in the void of I'm-too-useless-to-even-keep-my-processor-out-of-s tasis. So Bee was relieved to say the least when he felt his internal systems whirring back to life.
His optics unshuttered rapidly and he was met with the sight of the medbay ceiling. When had he gotten here? Wait, what had happened before.
Despite being so happy to have his optics open Bee closed them for a moment to force himself to think. He felt with a great intensity like he had just forgotten something important. Like he had been dreaming and had a nagging feeling poking at his processor to remember what he had seen.
When Bee's optics swirled open again he nearly jumped out of his armor.
Ratchet's face was mere inches away from his own. But the medic's attention was on Bee's chassis, he hadn't seemed to notice the curious little optics that were blinking at him yet. He remained oblivious as he turned to another bot (who Bee hadn't noticed). It was Ironhide. Optimus was at his side.
Suddenly Bee couldn't see so well. The room seemed darker than before. But he was pretty sure the lights hadn't done anything,- it was all in his processor, he hoped nothing was too wrong with him
Through the dark veil Bee examined the faces of the older bots. They looked worried. Why were his friends so sad?
Suddenly he remembered where he was. But no matter how hard he tried, he would not remember why he was in in the medbay.
It still felt like he had just woken up from a dream. They didn't put bots in the medbay just for having a bad dream, did they?
A deep voice sliced through Bee's cloud of confusion. It was Optimus. Probably. Bee's hearing wasn't top notch at the moment.
"You did all you could, old friend," said possibly-Optimus.
The bot that looked as though he was Ironhide turned his head away and curled his digits into fists. Bee wanted to go uncurl his guardian's servos and give him a big hug.
"It's only a matter of time now," said the voice that sounded gruff enough to be Ratchet's.
Ironhide said something very, very quiet. Bee couldn't make it out. But he knew well enough that the only time Ironhide was ever quiet was when he was too angry to even talk or when he was sad enough to want to mask the pain in his voice.
Bee started to get worried, what did he have to do to make this all better?
He never really got to think about the answer to that question, considering that seconds later all he could think was OWWWWWWWW.
He had unfortunately just become aware that he was in a lot of pain. Instead of the three somber figures all he could see was white. Too much pain!
He heard some semblance of speech from sombot who he was 10% sure was Ratchet. Soon after he was gradually released from the tight grip of pain and could think once again. Anesthetic was a very good thing. This time when his vision cleared the bots looked even sadder.
He had to fix this.
So he said something. He wasn't really sure what. Or if it had even come out at all. Judging from the lack of reaction from his superiors he figured it hadn't. So he tried again.
He meant to say 'why's everyone so sad' but he was pretty sure it came out as: "cough-sad?-cough."
All three helms snapped around.
"What?" Bee asked.
None of them would say anything. They just stared at him. Like he was a zombie. Or a ghost.
It looked as though Ironhide wanted to say something, but his mouth just kind of stuck open at an odd angle like he couldn't think of how to make the first word. Optimus looked very hesitant and Ratchet looked like he thought he had gone crazy.
Bee composed himself a bit more in order to try and speak at least one coherent uttering.
"Um, what's wrong?" he asked. Rather proud of how together his words sounded.
"Well Bee," Ironhide said, his voice sounding more gruff than usual. Near cracking. "You were dead."
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