Alright, here goes chapter three. As per usual ,please enjoy, like, and comment what you think! :)
Pain. Again. Bumblebee woke up and he was out of pain medication. His face erupted in burning pain when he tried to move it at all. He still hadn't seen the damage done. He didnt want to try and talk- or buzz or whatever. He remembered before how even his new vocoder seared with pain when any sound was emitted. His ankle, though it looked brand new ached terribly along any welding and the new joint felt terribly stiff. His backfin also ached at the joint where it had been relocated. His abodomen was sore where he had been shot and he had sharp pains in the arm where he had been stabbed. In other words, he was miserable and couldn't even make a sound about it. Luckily the doc bot had returned after about an hour. Though he told Bumblebee he could only give him one more dose before he'd have to save the rest for possible attacks or injured, spaced bots they might find on their journey.
"In maybe a weeks time we can attempt to get you off that berth and walking. We'll see how the new ankle works out." Ratchet told him. Bumblebee just looked at him miserably. That was a long time to stay in bed. And he did't want to know how much pain he would be in without something to ease him through recovery. Ratchet sighed. "Look, I know it's hard, but it's the way it is. We're gonna get you better. You do want to get better don't you?" He remarked.
Feeling a bit selfish, and guilty for it, Bumblebee was quick to nod. Ratchet frowned though. Why was he frowning now?! He just agreed to it!
"I... I am sorry. For failing at reparing you. " he added. Bumblebee shook his head and waved his arms, trying to convey that what he had done was so much more than enough. Ratchet huffed, though it was more reminiscent of a one breathed laugh. "Your a tough one aren't you " he sighed. Bumblebee laid back, glad he got his message through despite not talking. Maybe...hopefully it wouldn't be too bad like this. He would get fixed when he could. But for now he was starving! A welcome distraction from the pain. He couldnt eat through his mouth while his face was full of holes between welding amd stapels. He tapped the medic to get him to turn and look at him before pointing to his tanks, patting his tummy to try and convey his situation. "Right, you must be hungry by now. " the medic drawled, heading off somewhere to find some energon to infuse into the short bot for some fuel. Bumblebee took in his surroundings, he was hooked up to many monitors. And the room was filled with a blinding white light. It smelt funny in here too. There we're many compartments and tools and devices he was sure he'd never know the use of. He wished he could look around. The little scout wiggled his pedes in boredom, much like the youngling he was. Then he got an idea, he looked around cautiously to make sure the medic was out of range before gathering up some courage to try and use his new voice box. The sound that came out was abhorent. Static mixed with loud pops mixed with a high wobbling whirr had erupted from the young bot. It sent him right into a wheezy coughing fit. Luckily he was able to regain his composure before the doc bot came back. He didn't want to concern anybot with his shortcomings. And he knew Ratchet felt guilty about him being unable to talk with his new voice box. "Here you are" Ratchet murmured, mostly to himself as he hooked up some energon. It was certainly relieving. Though Bumblebee could only try to communicate his grattitude through wild gestures, Ratchet still caught on.
Luckily Bumblebee was given a PADD to entertain himself while he was berth-ridden. A few other members aboard their ship had come to meet him too. Some bot named Bulkhead and another much smaller bot-(though bigger still than himself) named Getaway. Bee liked Bulkhead! The big bot seemed like a nice mech, and told him about the things he'd seen through battle and before. Bumblebee was created after the start of the war so it was hard to imagine such a time. It sounded bountiful, exciting- and so very peacefull. Real life skyscrapers and shops that weren't full of arms? Streets of bots heading places- all sorts of places! Racing and pubs and lazy days were bot would relax in something called an oil bath. It filled the youngling with excitement and wonder. How he longed to have seen Cybertron in such a way. No bodies, no burnt down wreckage and war cries. Just clear skies and happy bots. Bulkhead didn't even mind that Bumblebee never made a sound in return. He would smile down at him whenever his optics crinkled behind a smile that was hidden beneath the lower part of his battlemask. It certainly helped pass the time in that dull medbay.
It was even less time until the night before the first day of his rehabilitation. He'd finally be allowed off the berth to learn how to walk with his newly repaired ankle! And of course some work with his repaired arm and door-finial. There wasn't much they could do for the minor injuries or the shot to his abdomen. Ratchet already told him to expect it to hurt up a storm during all his new activities. But it was SO much better than laying about by himself. He was sick of the blinding light, beeping monitors, and that smell- primus below the stench of sanitizer and medical gel was really starting to reek. All the little yellow bot could think about was the day to come. Morning seemed so far away, unreachable at this pace. Especially with his excitement keeping him awake. The little bot would have to wait. Recharge was sure to claim him in the calm of the night.
Yo! There is Chapter three for you! I hope you guys are enjoying my story :) i'm still new to this whole writing thing lmao. Anyway, leave a like or comment about what you thought! I'd love to hear from you all!
