I looked at him in a questioning manner. But then he took out a small leather case, almost like a glasses case.
"It took me about two weeks to finish, after about four million screw ups, but I finally did it. But please be careful with it, Prowl."
I looked at him.
"..Bumblebee what have you done...?" I asked. I did not need the younger bot wasting his time on me.
"Open the box.." He said, urging me onwards. So I did, and, there, in the beautiful blue box..Was a human sized visor, made with gentle care, with the smallest little message on a little piece of paper, reading 'I heard you needed one; -BBB'. I didn't know what to do. I sort of sat there for a while. I picked up the perfectly formed visor, and placed it on my face. It fit as perfectly as my old one did. I put it back into the box, and shut the lid carefully, the little scrap of paper inside. I did this to keep it safe. I placed it onto the side table, without having to move from bed. He stared at me, with this ridiculous grin on his face.
"....Thank you, Bumblebee. Thank you very much.." I stated, my human feelings urging me forward to act on insict. So I did, and, put my unwounded arm around Bumblebee, who stood and leant onto the matress, holding me into a slightly tighter embrace, but very careful to cross over my uncertain arm's shoulder. It was an odd feeling. It was warm, but so weird to feel all the chunky matter of another human. The unfortunate side was that our commanding officer, and our medical officer, burst into the room at that moment.
"WHAT IN PRIMUS IS GOING ON HERE??" Ratchet yelled at the top of his lungs.
Bumblebee and I practically flung ourselves from each other.
"I was...Thanking Bumblebee for something." I said, my voice calm, but my insides quaking.
Ratchet growled, and tapped Optimus, who was in a slight state of shock.
"Uh, I-I think i'll go.." Bumblebee slightly stammered, walking out with a broad blush across his face. He budged past Optimus and Ratchet. Our leader coughed, and then continued with what he had to say.
"Prowl we are very concerned with leaving you on your own for such a long period of time. So, Bulkhead volunteered to take the job." Bulkhead strode in looking very nervous. I nodded toward him, giving him a smile of thanks.
"Here ya go, kid." Ratchet handed Bulkhead a set of papers and documents, which he took.
"Anyway we'll come back to see you later, Prowl, and check up on your health."
"Alright."
And with that they both left me and Bulkhead. I slouched myself slightly higher in the interesting bed I was in. It was an actual human bed, and where they had purchased it I had no idea. I shrugged off the thought.
"So..Bulkhead...How are you?"
Several megacycles later, me and Bulkhead were laughing and joking and talking. It was slightly more onesided toward his part, but, that can be expected. I'm not much of a social person. So I decided to bring up a mysterious matter I had encountered.
"Bulkhead, were you aware that if you enter the names of two of our team mates into a Deviantart search box with an 'x' in the middle, you get romantically involving images?" I folded my alright hand over my slightly bruised other one. Bulkhead looked at me in suprise.
"I thought you knew, Prowl," He began, "The 'x', in online terms, is a kiss." He blinked, looking at me strangely, like i'd just asked him what two plus two equaled. I myself was returning him a gaze, but mine was of sheer shock that I hadn't already guessed that much. But the next question he asked was more astounding.
"..So, whose names did you put in?"
I felt my face go hot, which I believe is what happens when you blush.
"Mine and--" Suddenly, Optimus knocked on the door. Saved by the boss.
"Prowl, due to your lack of health, and your bones breaking, we have decided that you will not recieve your de-humanization until a week after you are better."
What? I didn't even know there was a way to be dehumanized, or I'd have done it beforehand!
"So while you are still a human, in order to protect the world from the Decepticons, we will have to change back, as you are obviously not well enough to be de-humanized."
"Ridiculous!" I exclaimed, "I'm fine!!" I tried to ease myself out of bed, but first off my bra strap fell down, and then my arm kicked in and there was a distasteful cracking sound. I let out a cry of anguish and Bulkhead rushed to my side, picking me up, and rushing me out of my room. Optimus stood there, almost as if he'd seen a gun explode in my face.
"RATCHET!!!" He yelled, the entire time he ran toward the med bay. Don't ask me how I managed to notice that, even though i'd just probably split my bone down the middle, almost like with a log and something very heavy. The pain was excruciating. Bumblebee was talking to Ratchet, so he looked angered, until he noticed my arm looking fifteen million times it's usual size. And the fact that I was leaking over Bulkhead from my eyes.
"Slag, we're gonna have to x ray him..I mean, her," Ratchet grumbled, grabbing a large black plating piece. "Pull down your shirt and remove your upper underwear." Briefly forgetting the gender dirrerence between myself and my non-medical comrades, I pulled down the shirt and began to unhook the pieces at the back, until it struck me.
"You two. Get out." I stated, giving them the glare of doom.
"But Ratchet gets to see...!" Bumblebee whined. He was apparently curious about the female anatomy.
"Ratchet is a qualified medical examiner, and he wouldn't look at me in the way you are currently doing, Bumblebee. Now take Bulkhead, and leave."
Hesitantly, the boys did as they were told, and I took off my upper underwear, and awaited further instruction from Ratchet, who kept his eyes pinned on my eyes, as he guessingly placed the black piece of whatever it was over my chest, before leaving the room to take X-Rays.