Note: I stayed up until 10 o'clock last night finishing this chapter. No wonder I could barely concentrate in English class. The sleep I sacrifice for you all. Anyway. I tried to make this accurate, I even did research on what medical stuff happens after being hanged. It's not perfect, but I gives me excuses for what I want to do later, say whenever the war starts. I hope it's okay for you all.
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17: Yes a cliffhanger. Though it was more of a hanging. Eh? Eh! Eh. Trying to kill a sparkling is nothing to brag about. I have no clue what Epic Mickey is, but after searching it up on Google, I still don't know much about it. Other than Mickey Mouse being an epic hero and stuff. Like I sai, I'm too dirt broke to buy things.
It could be because I DON'T OWN TRANSFORMERS. If I did, there would be more Bumblebee episodes in Transformers Prime. Just because you can't say anything doesn't mean you should be a side character!
wolfimus prime: I'm not gonna kill Bee. He is my favorite and I don't want to make this story too sad. As for the red demon... it is known that Sentinel Prime kills Bee's carrier in this story. Bee calls the mech that kills his carrier "the red demon." Coincidence? I KNOW not. I did write the darn chapter.
I'll explain more things after you read the chapter. And I'm sure you want to read it. I got 2 reviews! Warms my heart to hear from y'all. It does!
Bon appetit!
Megaton ignored the indignant cries of everyone he shoved out of his way in his mad dash to the energon well in the center of the plaza. Orion was hot on his pedes as he called the rescue squad hotline. Megaton lunged for the falling length of chain to try and slow Bee's descent, but the chain went taut before he could get a hold of it. Everyone made room as the gladiator roared his frustration.
He was about to jump down to carry Bee back out when Orion grabbed his arm and yelled, "Wait! A rescue squad is on its way. It should take a few breems-"
"There's no time! Bumblebee could be dying!" Megaton reached for the chain to gently pull Bee up, but Orion stopped him again. "WHAT!?"
"You could aggravate his injuries. Create further damage whatever body part the chain is tied to. I have an aerial view of the squad's progress; they'll be here before you know it."
"And if he dies, I will murder the piece of slag that thought he could take my sparkling from me," Megatron's optics burned a furious shade of red before returning to their normal color.
Scythe and Ariel raced up to them. "What's going on? Where's Bumblebee?" Scythe asked.
Ariel pointed and asked, "Why is the bucket down there?"
"Bumblebee?" Scythe connected the dots quickly. A moment later, she snapped out of her shock. "Bee!" She too would've jumped in the well if Ariel hadn't held her back.
The sound of sirens grew louder until the crowd parted to let a group of rescue vehicles through. They transformed and a red mech, the same one, Megatron realized, that helped them after the station explosion, came up to them and said, "Can you tell me what happened?"
"My sparkling was pushed into that well. Someone tried to hang him!" Scythe nearly yelled. Lubricant welled in her optics and threatened to spill. One drop finally did.
The mech, Heatwave, calmed her. "Don't worry, ma'am, we'll get him out. I need all of you to stand back. We need room to work. Chase, call for back up. As of right now, this is attempted murder. Blades, call for paramedics and prepare first aid just in case. Boulder, ready your winch. We need to send someone down there to extract him." To the crowd, he bellowed, "Okay, we need a volunteer from the crowd. He or she must be lightweight and small."
"How about one of us?" a pair of feminine voices said simultaneously. They belonged to Sola and Luna, famed talk show hosts.
"Are you sure? It might be dangerous," Heatwave warned them.
"I don't care if the Chaosbringer himself wanted to help. Just get my son out of there!" Megatron yelled. He was struggling to hold in his tears, but his optics were still wet.
"Your son?" Sola asked, her optics widening at the possible piece of gossip.
"NOW!" he roared.
The femmes took a step back when Megatron's optics flickered between red and blue. "I'll go," Luna offered. "I guess being a minibot has its perks. What do I need to do?"
x
Luna was carefully lowered into the deep energon well via the rope and winch Boulder was using. Cutting on the lights from her compact alt mode, she followed the chain until she could see a small dot of yellow slowly growing in size.
"I see him!" she called up to the others.
"How far is he?" Heatwave yelled down.
"A few more astrometers maybe," she said. "He's not moving other than the chain swinging a little."
"Oh my sparkling!" she heard Megatron cry out in anguish.
"Don't worry, Megsy. Your sparkling will be just fine," Luna called to him.
"Don't call me that! Just silence your vocalizer and bring me my son!"
"Of course! Whatever you say, my liege," she muttered under her breath.
When Luna was finally level with the sparkling, her spark wanted to cry in pain for him. The first thing she noticed was the pure terror etched across his face. His oddly shaped optics blazed white and were wide in shock. His intake was wide open, clearly attempting to draw in air but failing because his vent system was cut off. His arms dangled at odd angles because of his dislocated shoulders. His drooping doorwings twitched sporadically and she gasped in horror at the gray creeping up his legs from the lack of neural activity.
x
Bumblebee's optics and audials were the only sensory receptors that weren't cut off from his neural net. However, he was too dazed to recognize anything he heard. He couldn't hear much anyway, what with his energon flow being cut off from his helm.
A pebble fell on his shoulder, but he couldn't feel it. "Don't... sweet... help... come... hold... darling..."
'What...?' was all Bee could think before a bright blur appeared next to him. It was a creamy white with silver and pale blue swirls, though it all looked swirled together to him.
"Can... hear me... sweet...?" the voice said again. It was a she. Bee tried to blink to show her he recognized her presence. However, all he could manage was a lazy flicker of his opticlids.
The blur didn't seem to mind as she gently lifted him close to her, finally taking the pressure off of his neck. Air rushed through his intake and vents to cool his stressed systems. Energon rushed into his helm, causing his optics to blaze brightly before dimming back down. Now that his neural net had access to the rest of his body, he could feel the femme cradling him to her chassis and the small but fierce spark beating against it. There was another feeling in his lower body and arms that he couldn't tell what it was, but he didn't care.
He didn't care about the voice babbling into his audials either. All he could think about was air and how he never wanted to be without it, even if Cybertronians technically didn't need to breathe.
He finally felt at peace since nearly being killed... again. Meggy and Scythe and Oreo and the nice femme were waiting for him up above. There was a nice spark next to his audials, lulling him into recharge...
But he couldn't recharge. His helm was hurting something fierce and the dull throbbing in his lower body and arms began to increase. It went from dull to achy to sharp in mere moments. He squirmed in pain, but something in his lower neck protested. He squirmed even more to get rid of it, but it only made the pain worse. And not squirming made the pain build too. The frustration of not knowing how to get rid of the pain was too much for his processor at the moment. He screamed...
But nothing came out.
x
It took three mechs to hold Megatron back from rushing toward his son. Once Luna emerged from the well with Bumblebee limp in her arms, his optics gray and glazed over, Sola directed her towards Blades so he could receive basic medical attention until a medic showed up.
He took out a scanner and passed the beam over him as he said, "He's in shock. Lay him down and elevate his legs." The scanner beeped when it finished. "Signs of an anoxic processor injury. Swelling of the neck. Both shoulders dislocated. Bumblebee, I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm going to shove your arms back into place, okay? It will hurt, so I need you to be brave for me."
"S-skzzt-ire-skzzt," Bee's voice crackled.
Megatron broke free and carefully kneeled at his sparkling's helm. "Shh. It's okay, sweetspark. Sire's here. Shh. It's okay."
"Can you keep comforting him, sir?" Blades asked him, his excitement at being surrounded by celebrities dampened by the seriousness of Bee's injuries. Megatron nodded and gently stroked Bee's helm as Blades carefully aligned his socket and joint before shoving it into place. Loud static was the only thing that came out of Bee's vocalizer. It tapered off as Bee finally fell unconscious.
"Damaged vocalizer," he noted while shoving Bee's other shoulder into place. He then positioned each arm and fashioned a brace from the sturdy yet flexible metal in his kit for them. "He also has a cervical fracture. I'm going to try and stabilize it. Okay?"
Megatron nodded his consent. Bee was still unconscious as the orange mech carefully molded the metal to keep Bee from moving his neck too much until a medic came.
Speaking of which, the sound of sirens increased again until both police and medics entered the scene, Jazz and Ratchet among them. Jazz went over to speak with the others while the medics crowded around Blades, Megatron, and Bumblebee, Ratchet being the closest.
"What's his status?" Ratchet asked Blades.
"Shock, anoxic processor injury, dislocated shoulders, cervical fracture," Blades rattled off.
"Hospital. Stat," Ratchet ordered. The other medics just gaped at the sight of Megatron cooing to the sparkling. "ARE YOU PAID TO STARE AT CELEBRITIES?! GET THIS SPARKLING TO THE HOSPITAL! NOW!"
Several of the medics bumped into each other and fell over in their haste. "Rookies," Ratchet muttered. He transformed into his alt mode and unlocked his patient transport subspace. "Place him on the gel, Blades. He'll be safe until we get to the hospital. I just need someone to ride and monitor him while I drive. And I'm afraid you're too big, Megatron."
"I'll go," Sola said. "Luna did her part, I'll do mine."
"I don't think I can ever thank you enough," Megatron said as Sola carefully climbed into Ratchet. Before she could respond, the ambulance locked the subspace and sped off.
"It's our pleasure," Luna said. "Besides, all sparklings are precious. He's simply too cute to die!"
"How can we repay you," Scythe said after she was finished being questioned momentarily.
"Don't worry about it." A seemingly innocent smile graced Luna's face. "But maybe you could guest star on the show? Everyone will want to know how a sparkling survived a 100-meter drop with a chain tied around his throat. And we need the deets on you two! Maybe a few reasons behind your revolutionary ideas."
"We'll want to wait until after Bee recovers," Scythe said. "But just give us a time and date and we'll be there."
"Awesome! I hope your son gets better soon! And not for the show. It really hurt to see him like that."
"Megatron, da chief wants ta hear yer side of da story," Jazz called him.
"From both of us, it was a pleasure meeting you, given the circumstances. TTYL!" Luna said before racing off to catch up with her co-host.
Megatron sighed. This orn was hectic and there was still more to come. For now, he would go with the flow.
But later, he would maul the fragger who thought he could hurt Bumblebee. And he had a pretty good idea of where to start.
Note: Here's what the medical stuff means.
Anoxic brain (processor) injury: occurs when the brain is deprived of oxygen. Immediate symptoms include confusion, loss of consciousness, feeling woozy or dizzy, vomiting, changes in behavior or sensation: arms or legs may feel tingly or numb, and/or intense headache. From this list, I gave Bee a bit of confusion and loss of consciousness from the headaches. If it's not right, I'm sorry. Long term symptoms include changes in personality or behavior, difficulty with previously unchallenging tasks, changes in relationships, difficulty with short or long term memory, trouble recognizing familiar people or animals, new fears or phobias, psychological symptoms such as unexplained depression or anxiety, frequent headaches, and unexplained pain in the limbs. I won't use everything, but I will use some. Not saying which though.
Cervical Fracture: AKA broken neck; a break in one or more of the seven cervical bones (the seven vertebrae that make up the spine in the neck). Symptoms include severe pain, swelling and possible bruising, tenderness, decreased feeling in the arms or legs, and muscle weakness or paralysis of the arms or legs. I gave Bee severe neck pain and swelling. Treatment includes neck brace or collar to keep the neck in line while it heals (8 weeks), traction to treat more severe fractures (12 weeks), and surgery to attach plates or screws or wires to attach bones. I'm still deciding on the first and second plans of treatment. I need to do more research on those.
100 meters is close to 1.6k feet.
On the behavior of Blades: I imagine him as a paramedic. Dani always came across as an advanced first aid person to me, so I imagine Blades being something like that.
I hope that covers everything. If you have any questions, just ask. PM me, leave a comment, whatever you need to do.
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