Jayce woke up late morning the next day. She was fine but worried about Jamie, and J.R. Drift informed her Jamie only knows J.R. was knocked out but thinks Jayce was too rough with her while training. He told her how J.R. thought she wouldn't make it though Drift showed her the body was warming up. He pled with her to stop trying to end her life, tried to assure her they'll get through this, but Jayce still doesn't believe him.
J.R. POV
I'm exhausted but restless at the same time. I want to be left alone, but Crosshairs stays in my room, sitting at the desk.
"Is she ok?" I hear Jayce say. Good, she woke up but I don't want to see her.
"You think you should be in here right now?' Crosshairs asks.
Jayce apologizes, and that pisses me off. I rolled off the bed and stood right in her face.
"You're sorry? For what? Just knocking me out? Going off to try to end your life again?" I yell, "I thought you would have died overnight. Jamie was already terrified seeing me knocked out," by now, I started sobbing, "how would the Autobots and Cade explain if she was sensing your energy was fading? I don't think I could either."
Jayce led me to sit on the bed with her, hugging me. Next thing I know, Drift comes into the room. The two mechs sit with us on the bed, Drift by Jayce and Crosshairs by me. We end up in a discussion that results in both Jayce and I crying. What upset me was Jayce telling Crosshairs and Drift to let her die, it's better than Jamie finding out what we've been dealing with. It's been how I've been thinking, but it still hurt hearing her say it. Crosshairs and Drift say what they always say, and, amazingly, they're not tired of repeating themselves.
"…We will never give up on the three of you." Drift promises just like Bee did before. That's the last thing I heard before passing out.
Jayce POV
"She's fine, Jayce. Just exhausted, she couldn't sleep at all last night," Crosshairs explained calmly.
"Come on, let's go so she can sleep," Drift insisted. He took my hand and led me out of the room and downstairs.
"What happened?" Cade asked.
"Not now," Drift says, I hear the frustration in his voice. I freed my hand from his grip and sat on the couch. I'm not surprised he's stressed, they all must be. Yet they won't give up on us?
"Go back to Jamie's room," Cade instructs Drift. Without questioning why Drift goes upstairs. I want him to focus on Jamie, especially after yesterday, but now it hurts watching him go upstairs.
"Leave me alone. I know you're all stressed," I say as I stand up and head towards the stairs.
"Come with me," Cade grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his room. We sat on the bed, but I don't think Cade knew how to start the conversation.
"What's going on with you?"
"They don't tell you anything?"
"They do, but I want to hear it from you. I don't understand, why are you terrified this time but not while we watched Jamie fight for her life?"
"I don't know." That's all I could say before crying. I don't know why all this shit was happening. Jamie has shown no signs of being suicidal. I was right, she needs more support getting past Buddy's death, but she's getting better dealing with the fact he's gone.
Cade POV
It's hard to tell if Jayce is lying or hasn't realized how much the nightmare situation affected her. Jayce was quiet as I thought of why she would be this way. This wasn't just about Buddy or how traumatized Jayce is.
"You know Jamie has many friends to support her and not just us. She could stay with any of us if she wanted. "
I thought this was what Jayce needed to hear, but she kept crying.
I don't understand what else is upsetting you?
I'm done trying to figure this out, for now, I just hugged Jayce and let her cry.
When Jayce stopped crying, I brought her downstairs to eat though I know she still won't eat much. Crosshairs was sitting on the couch, watching T.V. Jayce sat next to him. She was still noticeably upset.
"It's ok," he says as he hugs her. She rested her head on his chest. Crosshairs didn't even ask why Jayce was upset. Jayce was too upset to eat. I went back to my room to think about what we could do to help the girls? Can Jayce and J.R. even recover, or are they going to be like Jamie but also with nightmares and pan
Crosshairs POV
I assume Cade tried to have a conversation with her, trying to figure out why she felt this way and maybe figure out what we can do to help. I tried to get Jayce to eat, but she refused. I would wait a little while, but then I realized she hasn't eaten in twenty-two hours. The question is, will Jayce even drink anything? It's not dangerous if I wait, yet, but she will become ill. After what she tried to do yesterday, she is trying death by starvation. Though Jayce and J.R. have done no training for a couple of months, they're still very fit. Damn it, Jayce, bad enough you keep trying but the slow and possibly painful way? I don't know if it'll be painful for her, but it will be for the rest of us. If she drinks nothing, then we will take extreme measures, fuck. I took Jayce back to her room. She laid on the bed, facing the wall. I need to get out of here. I texted Hound to come to Jayce's room but left before he came in. We passed each other on the stairs. Hound said nothing as we passed each other. I can't go far from here. I just sat in my alt mode.
Hound POV
Jayce has to be doing poorly for Crosshairs to leave again. Seeing her lying on the bed, I realized why he had to leave. Hard to get past what she did yesterday, but someone needs to be with her. Doubt Crosshairs wants to tell the others; I don't want to, but they will want to know.
Drift POV
Jamie doesn't seem worried about J.R. I suspect J.R.'s energy is as it should be. I didn't even think to ask Bumblebee how Jamie was when Crosshairs and Hound brought Jayce back. No way her energy wasn't lower than normal. Not sure if it would drop that Jamie would be alarmed. I don't want to take the chance of upsetting her, so I'm not asking her, the other two are ok.
"I want pancakes," Jamie says, looking at me.
"That's random but ok. Let's go out for breakfast."
I want time alone with my girl out of the base. J.R. is sleeping, and Jayce isn't difficult that several of us need to be with her. I went to a spare bedroom to get dressed while Janie dressed in her room. Bumblebee was sitting on the couch. Jamie had to use the bathroom before we left.
"You taking her out?" Bee asked.
"Yeah, she wants breakfast, and I thought I'd take her out."
"Crosshairs has been in the garage the past half hour."
"Crap, last I saw him, he was with J.R. Try to keep Jamie away, I'll talk to him."
Crosshairs was sitting on the hood of his alt mode.
"What happened?" I asked as I sat on the hood next to him.
"I don't want to talk about it. Too early to ruin the day."
"Fair enough, You want to come with Jamie and me?"
"She will finally eat before dinner? When was the last time she ate before dinner?'
"I know, I don't want to force her to eat. You coming or not?"
"I thought it was a date?" Crosshairs teased as Jamie walks in. Jamie wanted Crosshairs to come with us. Fine by me, I don't know if she'd consider the two of us going out as a date. It's eleven in the morning, by the time we get to town, places will serve lunch. Jamie knew this and told me there's a restaurant that serves breakfast all day.
"You're determined to get pancakes," I laughed before getting on my alt mode with her. Crosshairs got into his, and we drove off. I sent a text to Bumblebee and Hound, letting them know Crosshairs, Jamie, and I are out.
Crosshairs POV
Watching Jamie finally eat before four in the afternoon and a lot, I couldn't stop thinking how Jayce is refusing to eat. I want to text Hound to find out what Jayce is doing and possibly ask him to try to get her to eat. Still, I know I won't be able to hide how stressed I am about this—not looking forward to our discussion tonight. It's been a long time since we've seen Jamie this happy. We know she could be upset tomorrow or even later today.
We returned to the base after we ate. Jamie went to her room. The other two girls were still in their rooms.
"The other two are being taken care of, why don't you go to the lake?" Drift suggested. I guess I can no longer hide how stressed I am. I did what he suggested and drove to the lake.
Sitting on the hood of my alt mode, I wondered how stressed are the others? No way Hound isn't troubled by what happened last night. Cade and Drift saw her, even though they didn't see the worst, Jayce still looked dead when we brought her back to the base. They have to be bothered by what they saw. Not sure if Bumblebee came in the room overnight, but he knows what she tried to do.
three hours later
Four in the afternoon, I've been at the lake for three hours. Though the others would contact me if I was needed, I better get back.
Jamie was at the house, J.R. was sitting on the couch with Bee and Drift, but she didn't look like she'd been crying. Then it hit me when I saw she was eating, Jayce hasn't eaten in twenty-six hours, fuck.
"She's been sleeping since you left with Drift and Jamie," Hound informed me. This is tricky, depression makes her tired, she ended up crying this morning which makes her tired, but she'd also be tired from not eating this long. I don't know if I should wake her or not. I tell Hound it's his turn to destress and sit at the desk, hoping Jayce would wake up soon.
I waited for a half-hour before checking Jayce's vitals. I don't know if they'd change, but I want to make sure. Everything was fine. Everything was fine, but now I'm thinking, do I need to bring her to the medbay? Would Jamie sense a change in energy? That would be useful, but then she'd be distraught from seeing Jayce like this and knowing that Jayce is trying to starve to death. I went down to the medbay to get some supplies. I hated that we had to ask Bulma for the nutrition drink we used before, that we had to tell her what we feared Jayce and J.R. would try to do. The tricky part is if Jayce refuses even to drink anything. We have a pan, hoping to take small steps instead of going right to feeding tube placement. Though an I.V. may be considered a feeding tube, it's not as invasive. Hopefully, easier to hide since Jayce is wearing long sleeves. We don't want to force, but we're prepared if we have to.
"We're at that point, aren't we?" Drift asked, seeing what I had in my hands. I had him come with me to Jayce's room.
"Yes, we're at this point," I tell him while putting the supplies on the desk as he closes the door, "Jayce refuses to eat, and she hasn't in twenty-six hours."
"You sure she's just sleeping then?" Drift asked, alarmed.
"I don't think she'd be in a coma now, but she has to be feeling weak that she just wants to sleep. I don't want to wake her up, but I will have to if she doesn't wake up soon."
Jayce woke up a half-hour later, and as I expected, she was weak. I prepared for several scenarios. This was what I wanted to happen. Jayce would drink the nutrition drink, but I had to hold her. If he's this weak, one will not be enough. Then I realized a number I didn't check that would tell me what I wanted to know. I instructed Drift to get several more bottles of the nutrition drink. Now would be a great time to have a blood sugar test kit, but normally there's no need for one, so we don't have one. I laid Jayce back on the bed to text Hound. I think it's safe to say Jayce has low blood sugar, but we need to know how low.
"Jayce, you awake yet?" J.R. asks as she walks in. She sees the stuff I put on the desk and how bad Jayce looks, "What..did she…"
I took her hand and had her sit on the desk chair. No way I can lie about this.
"She's being taken care of," I say as J.R. continues to stare at Jayce. It doesn't help that Jayce is too weak to say anything.
"She's trying death by starvation…and it's working," J.R. starts crying.
Drift walks in, put the bottles on the desk, and started texting one of the others. I don't think thirty seconds pass before Bumblebee ad Hound come in.
"Go with them," I say, calmy.
"No!" J.R. exclaimed, grabbing my arms.
"I can take care of Jayce." Drift says. I pick up J.R. and walk out of the room with Bumblebee. I know J.R. wanted to stay in the room, but she also wants me, so she's not fighting to be put down.
