Walking silently through the base, Optimus had his helm partly lowered; mostly due to the fact that he was tired more than anything. It was getting dark out, and he was nearly ready to go into recharge on the next comfortable surface that he could find. But he didn't. Ratchet said that Bumblebee had been waking up from his sleep every so often, and said that it was alright to come in and see him. But there was another thing that terrorized Optimus to his central core: the medic also said that he had something very important to tell him, and that it would be better to tell him in person while Bumblebee was still asleep rather than over a comm. system. Optimus was fine with that; he would rather see Bumblebee at the moment, anyway, rather than go into recharge like the medic would order him right before he left the med bay. He wouldn't doubt Ratchet doing something like that to him, either, if he saw the state that he was in.
When he got to the med bay, the Autobot leader didn't even bother buzzing in and asking permission to enter the med bay; instead simply typing in his entrance code, obviously not wanting to waste any time at the moment. The med bay in turn was silent, something the fearless leader of the Autobots was not used to hearing. Was something wrong? Usually there was more commotion in here, wasn't there? Then again, he hadn't been in the med bay in a few months, so it just seemed unusual to him, he could only guess. That, and he could believe keeping everyone out of the med bay unless they were truly injured due to him holding Bumblebee in there, and not wanting anyone else to bother him while he rested. Yup, that sounded about right.
Ratchet must have heard him coming in from his office near the back, or at least the doors opening in the med bay, for the green colored mech stepped out silently, first staring at the Prime as if he were about to kill him, before relaxing slightly when realizing who had stepped into his med bay. [It was no longer anyone else's, it seemed.]
"Well look who finally decided to show up!" huffed the medic in a low voice, sauntering over to the blue and red prime, who met him half way with a small smile from behind his mask. "You're lucky; I just had to kick Ironhide from being in here too long. You could have sworn that he actually lived here."
Optimus leaned to one side, looking past Ratchet, noticing now the chair that was sitting to one side of the berth; most likely where Ironhide had sat watching his charge sleep. So like the weapons speaclist to go and hide himself in the med bay like that. Optimus was temped to simply walk right to that side of the berth and sit where Ironhide had put himself since they had gotten back to base not six or seven earth hours before hand, however found himself more questioning on what Ratchet was wanting to tell him when he had comm'ed him.
"What did you want to tell me about Bumblebee?" asked the Prime, finally turning his helm away from the unmoving bot on the med berth, looking down to the medic with a slightly questioning look. For a moment, Ratchet didn't seem to know what in Primus' name his superior was talking about, giving him a confused look before his optics finally met with the floor, shifting on his peds slightly. "Well? What was wrong?" asked the Prime, now growing concerned by his friend's actions.
Ratchet looked back to the sleeping bot, as if worried that he would wake up any moment. Finally, the medic gestured for Optimus to follow him before abruptly turning around and heading back to his office, obviously wanting some sort of privacy. Optimus mutely following, having a flashback back to the night when the medic had told him that the scout was in love with him; deep blue optics gazing to the sleeping mech one last time before quickly - and slightly stumbling - following the medic inside his office, although the door staying open behind him. Sighing as he went around to the opposite side of his desk as the Prime, Ratchet let a few Datapads that he had been holding flop to the surface of the desk, obviously looking grief stricken and beside himself.
"I-I've seen slag like this before, Prime," said the medic in a worried voice, shaking his helm, however still not looking his superior in the optics. "I-I…. It's just…. It confuses me how even the Decepticons could do something like this."
"Like what?" asked the Prime, now even more concerned, now worried for what his friend wouldn't spit out. "What's wrong, Ratchet? Is something wrong with Bumblebee?" Ratchet finally tilted his helm upwards, his facial plates looking as if he were flinching as his optics seemed to search for something to say, for the right words to speak. Finally, the medic sighed, relaxing his frame.
"I don't know how to say this, Optimus," he said, again shifting on his peds with a worried expression. "I wasn't too thrilled about it, either, and honestly, I feel like going and killing a few Decepticons myself. You promise you won't "wig" out like I nearly did and do something that you will regret?" The expression on the Prime's face - or what Ratchet saw of it - was all the answer that he really needed. Sighing, he finally said, "Optimus…. While I was going over the readings and such for Bumblebee when he got back here. What I had found wasn't something I ever wanted to see in my lifetime." Taking in a deep breath through his intakes, Ratchet said, "Prime, it looked as if Bumblebee had been…. Raped, most likely worse than his beatings, and it looked as if it happened more than once."
Oh no, Optimus found out! What shall happen next?