Night time had fallen upon me while I was scouting. From the blazing hot day, it went to a freezing cold night. It did help with my stinging and burning back wound.
None of he could be found and I decided to head back to Ironhide's room to sleep for the night. Making it to the room, I quietly push in the numbers and sneak in. Without glancing into the darkness of the room, I silently close the door behind me.
All of the sudden the lights flickered on. Spinning around so fast it gave me whiplash; I scan the room for any threats. Ironhide stood many yards away from me. His bright blue eyes stared into my light grey eyes. His stance show he wasn't mad more disappointed.
"Where have you been?" he grounded out. His tone of voice was that of a parent scolding their child.
"You suspect me to stay still for some time," I stated. He continues to star down at me with authority.
"Yes, you are almost a young adult," he threw back. My mouth drops down in shock before my eyebrows furrowed into a glare.
"I have three more years until I'm a 'young adult'." His eyes widen a little bot in shock. Did he not know I'm ten years old? Before he could say anything to me, I forced my sore feet to carry over to where my bed lays. It wasn't much of an actual bed, just a mattress on the floor, covered by old blankets and one pillow. Though I'm very grateful for it, I could be sleeping on the cold concrete. My ears catch him taking a small, quick breath in.
"What happened to your back?" he questions. Not facing him, I softly lay down as not to disturb my already painful wound on my back.
"Remember when you dragged me back here?" he slowly nods his head, "that's what happens you slid flesh against rough concrete." My tone filled with venom to show my anger to him. Out of the corner of my eye, eh timidly makes his way over to me. Before he could step on me, he stops and gently picks me up by leash that I had let go. Hissing in pain as it rubbed against my wounds, I struggled to get out of the thing.
He sets me down on his hand so the harness wouldn't rub against my wound. He makes towards the hanger door with me in his hand. Right as we past the doors, he stops and his eyes dimmed for a quick second. He begins his way again to his own direction.
We make it to the Med. Bay again, twice on one day. He opens the door his size and strides into the room. Ratchet is waiting there in his holoform it seemed. His holoform is of an older gentleman in his fifty's with white hair and box style glasses that sat on his nose. He is dressed in a white lab coat with a pen in his pocket.
He motions us to come closer with a flick of his wrist. He doesn't look happy at all when Ironhide sets me down. He grabs my wrist and leads me over to a human sized cot. He makes me sit down on it with my back facing him.
"Ironhide leave," he orders. He waits until Ironhide is no longer in the Med. Bay. He messes with the harness a little bit and got it off. "Could you please take off your shift?" He does like a trusting person/bot. Carefully pulling off my torn shirt with my bra so he could get a better look at it. I hold my torn shirt against my chest to cover it up.
Ratchet moves away and returns with medical supplies. He has a rag that is watered down and starts to clean the wound. When he pressed the rag against the wound, I reeled forward as it stung even worse.
"Hold still," he commands. Leaning back to my original position, I forced myself to stay still. He places the rag back on the and gently cleans it. He uses his tweezers to pick out lose gravel still stuck in my back.
Ratchet puts this white cream over the wound making it sting like a bitch. A few cuss words in German were thrown at him in reaction, which he threatened to put soap in my mouth for that. Note to self: Bots know German and don't cuss in front of Ratchet.
He wraps a white cloth around my upper chest to cover the wound. It was kind of awkward when he had to secure it around my breasts. He saw my expression and told me it fine. That still doesn't help the weirdness in this.
It took awhile for him to finish cleaning and wrapping my wounds up. He allows me to go back with Ironhide for the night without the harness to irritate it.
A week has passed and during that week I have been on my best behavior. Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and I are going to prank him. When he is in recharge at the Rec. room for the bots, we are going to drip glue down, throw feathers, and fill his cab full of sand and dirt filled balloons.
They wanted me to act on my best behavior so I could sneak away.
Today was the day. Ironhide is in the Rec. room, asleep. We have our hands full of supplies to fulfill our prank on the big iron giant.
The twins scanned the Rec. room for any bot or human here; there is no one here except the sleeping bot. They sneak in and signal me to follow them in.
Its nerve raking to see Ironhide asleep when we are about to prank him good.
With the gallons of glue human size, Sunstreaker 'asks nicely' for me to open the bottles for him. He's going to be the one pouring the glue on Ironhide.
After he does his part, Sideswipe is the one throwing the bags of feathers on Ironhide. He shakes the bags in between his fingers onto the sleeping bot beneath him.
Last it's me; I'm going to be placing the balloons inside his cab. Ironhide needs to learn not to leave his doors unlocked. This was even worse; I'm inside the cab of the bot that could easily squish me like it's nothing.
The twins hand me the balloons full of sand and dirt while I gently place them. Every time I had to twist to grab a balloon, my back would send a pulse of pain through the wound. During this entire prank, we are all on high alert. If Ironhide wakes up, we are on the utter most trouble.
Before any of us could be caught by anyone, we rushed away. The twins brought me with them, even though Sunstreaker hates humans; he seems to accept me as a fellow trickster. We also didn't want to become burning flesh and a pile scrap metal.