Cade POV

I can't believe Hound's messages he's been sending Bumblebee, Drift, and I. Jayce tried suicide by drowning. I sat by the bed, thinking about what we could try to do when I heard J.R. I've been informed about what she does before waking up, terrified. Though, it's more of a way to know how terrifying her nightmare is. Easy to know what it's about now, I want to wake her up but will I scare her? I texted Drift, hoping he could come in. I don't think changing who supports her through a panic attack is a good idea. There's Bumblebee, but I think Drift would be better right now. J.R. sat up, hyperventilating.

"Jayce..she-," J.R. started.

"She's ok," I lied, I don't know if Jayce is ok. All I know is what she attempted to do. J.R. tried to get out of bed, fighting me as I tried to get her to lie down. I had to hit on the bed to get a good hold on her. All this caused her breathing to worsen, J.R. was gasping for air. I know this can happen with panic attacks, but I fear Jayce caused internal injuries. Bumblebee walks in, not liking what he's seeing or hearing and leaves.

I don't know if she needs Drift or medical attention, but try to get Drift, Bee.

I don't see obvious signs J.R. is having a hard time breathing due to internal injury. I can't move to get the oxygen oximeter. Drift comes running in a minute later, also not liking what he's seeing or hearing. He tried the usual procedure to get her to control her breathing and get her to calm down while I kept my hold on her, making things difficult. I waited two minutes, monitoring J.R. for signs she has low oxygen. Before I could tell Drift we need to give in and use the drug, J.R. ended up in a seizure. Problem is a seizure can happen from lack of oxygen, but J.R. also knows the reason Jayce knocked her out, and it terrifies her. Drift cupped her head, keeping it rested on my shoulder. I moved my legs to allow her legs to convulse and moved her arms out of my grip. This is dangerous, but we can't move her to the floor.

"This isn't good; you think Jayce injured her?" Drift asked.

"I don't know; I couldn't get any equipment before I had to restrain her."

J.R. was unconscious for two hours, I should have put her on the monitor, but she wasn't showing signs of low oxygen.

"You did what you thought was right."

This seizure lasted three minutes. We waited a minute for J.R. to wake up, but she wouldn't wake up. Drift took her from me do I could get off the bed. I got what I needed as Drift laid her on the bed. I was able to put the leads on her without taking the top of her gi off.

"J.R.!" We hear Jamie cry.

Drift POV

I hated the terrified expression Jamie had.

"Leave her, Bee," I say as Bee was about to pick Jamie up. This isn't good, but taking her away now will not help. I walked up to her and crouches down, making eye contact, and taking her hands.

"She's ok, Jayce just got too rough with her," I can't believe I'm lying, "go with Bumblebee, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Please don't be difficult.

I watched Bee take Jamie's hand and leave the room. Jamie looked behind at us as she was led away. I sighed as I stood up and walked back to the bed.

"I wonder if she trusts you or couldn't concentrate to tell if you're lying."

"I don't know, we're lucky she believes me, but if this is serious, she and Jayce will panic."

"All I know is her oxygen is a little low, but there's no way to tell if she's recovering from the seizure or this is something else. If she doesn't wake up in an hour or so, then this is serious. Leave it to J.R. to be on the rare end of outcomes."

I looked at the monitor, her oxygen level wasn't dangerously low, but still, why did it drop?

"Go back to Jamie before she panics."

I know Cade will keep me informed of any changes.

Bumblebee was holding Jamie while sitting in the bed. Sitting next to him, I see how scared Jamie is. Jamie doesn't like seeing any of us hurt. I think her extensive medical knowledge, both human and transformer, causes her to panic at first, seeing any of us injured.

"My turn to see what's going on," Bee says to get my attention. I take Jamie from him, and he leaves the room. Either my lie is keeping her calm, or she's sensing J.R.'s energy, and it's fine. How long before she finds out the others aren't around? I think our luck ran out, she's going to find out what Jayce and J.R. have been dealing with.

One hour later

Cade POV

J.R.'s oxygen level returned to normal, but she was still unconscious. An hour now, after a seizure but, everything was fine. There's been no word from Crosshairs or Hound, Which can be good and bad. I didn't just rely on the monitor to tell me she was ok. I've been listening to her heart and lungs every twenty minutes. I checked her abdomen for bleeding, but there weren't any abnormal sounds. Drift comes in, stands on the other side of the bed and strokes J.R.'s forehead.

"Come on; I don't know what I'd tell Jamie."

"She's doing better, but I might have to contact Bulma if she doesn't wake up soon."

"Have you heard from Crosshairs and Hound?" Drift asks as he moved a chair to sit by the bed.

"No," I tell him in a sad tone.

We both sat quietly, thinking, has our luck run out? Jamie will find out what these two have been dealing with, is Jayce even alive?

My phone goes off, A message from Crosshairs;

We're twenty minutes away, get the medibay ready.

Shit, I hand Drift my phone, and he's not liking what he's reading either. While I have no idea what Jayce's condition is, I know to prep to treat her for hypothermia. Drift tells Bee to do his best to keep Jamie in her room. I suspect Jayce's energy will be lower than J.R.'s, and if Jamie noticed the drop in J.R.'s.

Jayce looked in worse condition than what the monitor was telling us. Still, eighty-five degrees is too cold. Crosshairs tells me the temperature was lower when they got to her. This is a good sign then, she's warming up. I'm not even going to ask what the scene was when they got to her. It had to be terrifying. I know Crosshairs and Hound hated that they had to take her clothes off. Would Jayce be pissed two mechs saw her naked? Don't know, and I'd rather we don't find out. Though they quickly wrapped her in Crosshairs' trench coat. It's working to warm her up, so I'm keeping her wrapped in the coat and adding a couple of blankets. She should only need one IV line with warm saline. We were so focused on Jayce that we forgot J.R. was in the room. Oh boy, I'm just full of errors today. The terrified look on J.R.'s face is worse than the look Jamie had earlier.

"No, she will not make it," J.R. says before crying.

This may be another mistake, but J.R. needs to get out of here. I hand Crosshairs a portable monitor. I don't even have to tell him, Crosshairs takes the monitor and carries J.R. out of the room; her crying gets louder as they walk away.

"Yeah, I think that was a mistake," I say, resuming my care of Jayce.

"Staying here would have caused her to become more upset. Still, I think Crosshairs will need help," Drift says and starts prepping a syringe.

"I don't even think she looked at the monitor," Hound guessed, "Jayce friggin' looks dead, but the monitor shows she's warming up and doing better than when we got to her."

Drift took a picture of the monitor before leaving the room. I know he was hoping the visual will help, and the use of the drug could be avoided.

"I will see if Bee needs help with Jamie," Hound tells me before leaving the room. I can't go with either of them, Jayce could still decline.

Crosshairs POV

J.R. was bawling and trembling. I don't think there's anything I can say. Sure, Jayce is warming up and stable, but she looks like she's dying. Add J.R. knows Jayce tried to kill herself. Drift walked in and moved the desk chair to the bed before sitting down. He did something on his phone before resting it on his leg.

"Look at me," he says while turning her head to make her look mat him, "Jayce will be ok, look," he showed her his phone. He knows Jayce could decline, but she's been holding steady since we started warming her. J.R. is terrified Jayce will decline or kill herself another way.

"I'll be right back," Drift tells me and leaves the room. I tried to get J.R. to calm down while waiting for Drift to come back, but it's not working. Hound came by to make sure she was ok and left. Not much he can do to help calm her down. Drift comes back ten minutes later with food. J.R. is quiet, but still trembling as tears roll down her face. J.R. is too worried about Jayce to eat. Drift leaves the food on the nightstand.

"Everything will be ok," he assured J.R. and left the room. I will wait a little bit before trying to get her to eat again. I noticed Drift left a syringe on the desk. Did he think she'd be that bad? Though I doubt she's eaten for some time and the combination of drugs on an empty stomach isn't good.

Drift POV

Jamie is distracted, and Bumblebee is with her. He knows to text me or get me if she becomes anxious. Hard to tell if J.R. didn't like that I wasn't there or terrified about Jayce, but I'm not taking any chances with Jayce.

"I said I'd stay here," Cade says as he sees me walk in.

"She won't wake up until her body temperature is normal?" I asked while reading the monitor. She's slowly warming up.

"There's no obvious answer. Could be as she gets close to normal temperature or some time afterward."

"Go get dinner; I'll stay here," I say as I sit by the bed. Cade leaves the room.

"Come on, J.R. is terrified, and I don't know I will explain this to Jamie."

Ten minutes pass before Crosshairs walks in with J.R.

"I'm sorry, it's what she wanted," He apologized as J.R. walked up to me. Crosshairs would use his best judgment and tell her no if he thought it wasn't a good idea. What I worried about is J.R. thinks she needs to see Jayce, to say goodbye.

"Look," I say, turning her head to the monitor, "she's getting warmer, she'll be ok."

Crosshairs moved a chair by mine and got J.R. to sit with him.

Come on, Jayce, J.R. needs to see you're ok.

Another fifteen minutes pass before J.R. insists I should go back to Jamie.

"If she finds out what's going on, we're screwed."

As always, she ends up crying at the end of her sentence. She ran out of the room. Crosshairs and I followed her. Oddly, she went up to her room. We laid on the bed with her. Didn't expect her to tell us how terrified she is, though we already knew, we want her to tell us.