13. Thirteen
There were thirteen sections of prayers in the Covenant of Primus; each section was composed of thirteen prayers to be recited thirteen times each. The dark mech recited them all as his hands moved almost franticly in a desperate attempt to stabilize the spark of the badly damaged mech before him. The mech had sent out a distress signal when he had first seen the destruction his home had sustained but he didn't know if aid would come in time. The older mech had been in stasis lock when he had found him and the mech was forced to recall every scrap of medical knowledge he had ever learned, pray that it would be enough. He had quickly become splattered with the other's energon as he stopped leaking lines, and reconnected wires. The mech never realized he was praying out loud, and had just uttered the final word of the thirteenth recitation of every prayer to Primus when he was suddenly pulled away from the other injured mech. He was aware of voices speaking and a pair of black and white arms restraining him as he struggled before a sharp prick at his neck dropped him into darkness.
Jazz glared at the medic as the black and gold form went limp in his arms, "What was that for?!" The medic returned the glare before replying, "He was hysterical. Nothing you could have said or done would have calmed him down and I need him out of the way so my team can see to Yoketron." Jazz's annoyance was replaced by worry at the mention of his sensei, glancing over at where two other medics were transferring said mech onto a stretcher, "Will he be okay?" "Judging from my preliminary scans he should pull through," the medic waved a servo at the mech now cradled in Jazz's arms, "He did one heck of a patch job. Do you have any idea who he is and what he was muttering?" Jazz glanced down at the still form before replying, "Given his model and paint job, I think his name Prowl and that he's sensei's current student. The last time I talked to Yoketron he described him to me. As for what he was saying I'm pretty sure he was praying in the old language." The medic shrugged before giving Jazz a pointed look. Jazz huffed before resignedly replying, "I know when I'm not wanted. So I'll get out from under your peds. I'm gonna go see if I can get Prowl here cleaned up. Comm. me when sensei wakes up." The medic nodded distractedly and Jazz left the room.