I'd awoken in the middle of the night in my tree (which was my new bed) to the sound of panicked team mates rushing into Bumblebee's room. So, concerned for my friend, I rushed into the room just to catch Bumblebee sneezing.
"Excuse me..." He said. But Bumblebee sneezed yet again. He had apparently caught what the humans call a 'cold', which is a virus that nobody has found the cure for yet, despite being common. I lingered at the doorway to his room a little, before opening it fully.
"Oh, Prowl..!" He said, through the blanket. He looked terrible - His hair was flat against his face, which was not flattering, he had bags under his eyes, and he was very pale. He also had this sad smile plastered on his face when I had stepped in to see him.
"Thanks for coming to see me, Prowl, but, you might want to leave. You're gonna get it next."
I shook my head.
"I'm sure you would occasionally stop by my room and see if I were feeling better if I were ill. And I am simply doing that."
"Oh...Thank you. It's getting very boring." I wondered how hard it must be for the game playing addict to be so far away from the TV, and I had an idea.
"Bumblebee i'll see you tomorrow.."
"Oh, okay then Prowl, see you then." I left his room in slight guilt for not staying, but I had to sleep for waking up tomorrow. So I hurried off to my new makeshift bed, went to sleep, and didn't wake up until early in the morning, to rush off to town. I don't know what had taken over me to do what I was doing but.....It just needed to be done.
At about two in the afternoon I knocked on Bumblebee's door.
"Come in." Came a slightly offputting voice from inside the room. I stepped in to find Bumblebee looking a lot less pale, his hair done to make a slight effort, and the bags under his eyes smoothening out. "Prowl, you kept your word."
I nodded.
"So, what do you need me for?"
"I just came to see how your health was, and if it was improving..." I stated, trying not to sound too innocent.
He smiled, sadly.
"I'm feeling much better thanks, but still bored."
I simply nodded. I hesitantly fingered the opening to the pocket on my jacket. My hand eventually dove in and took out the small rectangular shaped device covered in purple and black wrapping paper that I had bought to keep Bumblebee entertained. I sighed, and handed the little package to him.
"Here." I simply said.
"Aw, what's this, a set of syringes for me to have while i'm going through this? I wouldn't be suprised if it was." Bumblebee said, humour still there upon his personality. He slowly opened the wrapping paper. He did it in such a way it hurt my spark to watch. His hands looked so fragile and sickly, despite it only being a common illness. Regardless, it nearly brought my eyes to leaking point. Until he was done, and he sat there, staring with his mouth open, at the gift i'd bought him. I thought it was out of sadness, and shock from disappointment.
"..Bumblebee, if it is not something you wish to have I will gladly--"
"ARE YOU KIDDING? THIS IS A NINTENDO DSI. DSI. PROWL, WHY DID YOU GET ME THIS?" Bumblebee said in a tone which was so close to his old self, but slightly more croaky.
"..Because, I thought that it might be nice for you to not get bored while you're sat here, sick. I also was warned I might need some of the memory chips which are required to play said games.." I took that moment to take the games out of my pocket which I had put in a smaller, hand-sized bag "..Otherwise purchasing the game console itself would be pointle--" I was stopped short by a sick Bumblebee giving me a hug. At first I feared for my health and safety, but then I awkwardly placed my hand on and stroked his back. He retracted himself to just smile and look speechlessly in dismay and wonder at the gifts.
"Prowl, I...Thanks. Just thank you very much and..And I promise to lower the volume on the television to fourty while you are meditating..AND TO NOT CHANGE THE CHANNEL FOR A WEEK!"
Those promises were kept. Well, the channel one was, but, after a couple of days I started finding the volume back to fifty five or some ridiulous height once Bumblebee was back to his health and old self again. But it relieved me that he was better, I must admit. Unfortunatly, in the end I actually did catch a cold, but mine wasn't nearly as bad. I just carried a black and gold hankerchief in my pants pocket for whenever I needed to sneeze.
Soon after that, I went to visit the bathroom, and, as I 'went', I noticed a sudden shoot of blood. 'Oh no. There must be something wrong with my body!!!' I thought, suddenly panicking. The blood just didn't stop. I quickly grabbed toilet paper and shoved a thick load into my bottom underwear, and pulled them up, along with my pants, flushing the toilet, washing my hands, and then running as fast as I could to Ratchet's med bay.
"Ratchet, there is something seriously wrong with me!" I exclaimed to him.
"What's wrong, kid?" He asked.
"Ratchet, I used the bathroom, and I began to bleed! I may have caught some bladder infection or perhaps--" I was cut off by Ratchet's sudden laughter. I stood with a very stupid look on my face for ages, looking at the medic, waiting for him to tell me what was wrong.
"Kid, there ain't nothin' wrong with ya. You just need some of these.." He threw me a plastic, square bag filled with colourfully wrapped..Tissues? "And to read this.." He passed me a little leaflet. The words 'When your Aunt Flo...' Were written on the front, with an illustration of a female with blonde short hair shrieking on it. I exited, reading, to go to the bathroom, where I stayed and educated myself with the unpleasantries of being a human female. I learnt all about my new Aunt Flo that day, and how she always comes round to visit once every month for a little while, then leaves. Oh, and how much she likes to paint things red.