Hurt-Christina Aguilera (Pandora)-continued from You are Loved
Prowl onlines on the berth. A berth. He felt a berth under his wings. He jumps into a sitting position to glance around the med-bay. The red and white medic smirks at the Praxian.
"You did it," Prowl gasps as he looks down at his glossy painted frame. "Where's Jazz?"
"I'm only a mech," Ratchet frowns. "His frame was damaged beyond repair."
Prowl glances at the berth beside his, flinching at the silver frame mangled. Ratchet releases him and he walks back to his quarters, standing outside for a klik before typing in his code. The sparkling's cries fill the air and he rushes to the sparklings side.
"It's alright," Prowl picks up the sparkling. Doorwings falling low on his back as he glances at the berth. "I am so sorry, Jazz."