Note: It'll pick up in the next few chapters I promise :D!
Disclaimer: Once again I do NOT own any part of Transformers; that's Hasbros.
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Four coffees, four hours, and four hundred prayers later, a doctor finally walked up to Avery who was wringing his hands, worried to high heavens for the life of his niece. They'd been there since midnight, and only now did the doctor decide to show up. To Avery's surprise he spoke perfect English.
"Are you her father?" This man's tone was rather unpleasant, and it wasn't a good sign to Avery at all.
"I might as well be. Listen, I know you're supposed to do you job, but just tell it to me straight without buttering me up." Avery replied with an almost gone voice, his knuckles white.
"Well, Mr. Shardon, it looks like she'll be here for a while... I don't know what happened to your...daughter?... But she's in critical condition...We'll have to completely reconstruct her left arm, and we're not sure about her nervous system..."
Avery felt the weight on his shoulders beginning to get heavier by the minute. 'This is all my fault...' He thought, wringing his hands more. "What can you do? She won't let herself stay that way... She'll want to be able to feel and move..."
The doctor sighed and looks at the charts he was holding, pondering over the options before him. "We could...rebuild her spine and attempt to reconnect her nerve endings..."
Avery looked up and sighed. "Do it. Do whatever you have to... Just make her better..."
The doctor nodded and walked off with a rather solemn look.
"How the hell am I suppose deal with this?! Why do you do this to me every time I'm around her?!" He begged, looking up at the ceiling. "This is where my belief level drops..."
Her eyes fluttered open. Thought her vision was blurry at first, she could already tell where she was. Opening her mouth, she tried to speak, but nothing came out. She tried to move, but that didn't work either. 'What happened...' She pondered, looking around with her now clear sight.
Suddenly a metal crackling filled the room and her cell phone crackled on the table beside her. "Liz... Liz it's Jazz..." Liz just blinked and tried to speak but it didn't work. "Don't try and speak...lucky for you your phone has a camera I could hack into..."
Liz tried to looks at the phone but still couldn't move.
"Liz, Avery was talking to himself while driving me... They rebuilding your spine and your arm...they're all metal... and they're still going to have to reconnect your nerve endings..." His voice was soft, but somehow restrained.
All Liz could do was looking around what she could see of the room and feel wet streaks burning down her cheeks.
Jazz's voice piped up quickly. "Liz! Liz, don't cry... Don't..."
She heard him, but she couldn't help herself, the tears just kept coming, leaving trails on her skin.
"Liz..."
Before Jazz could say any words of comfort a nurse walked in and jumped at the sight of Liz awake. The woman quickly scampered out of the room and began speaking to someone, Liz could only guess it was a doctor.
Before long, she felt a needle go into her right arm, and the excruciating burn of morphine being administered. The pain she felt soon subsided.
"Elizabeth, I'm Dr. Yamato. I'm the one who's been preforming your surgeries for the past few weeks... You see Elizabeth, we had to completely rebuild your left arm...it'll feel heavy once you're out of here... But that's still a while off..."
Again, hearing, Liz could only continue to cry and let her mind begin to race. 'What about Starscream... What about the others... What about...Jazz...'
The doctor looked at her and walked over, picking up a cup from the table and putting a piece of ice into Liz's mouth. Before long her throat felt better but she still couldn't talk.
"We'll start rebuilding your nerve endings next week..." He said rather solemnly. Looking at Liz, she only looked off. "I'll tell your Uncle he can come in..." He finally said, walking out.
Minutes later, Avery walked in and sat down by the bed, only to see Liz still crying, not moving.
"Liz.. God Elizabeth what were you doing?! Why did you go off like that at night? How stupid are you?!" Avery began, his voice no louder than speaking but obviously it was still a strain for him to speak.
Liz didn't look at him, oh no, she didn't dare do that. She just let more tears fall, now covered in so many layers of guilt.
Avery looked at Liz with tears in his eyes.
"Liz... Liz I love you like a daughter... I don't want to lose you... You should be more careful!"
Avery's scolding continued on for a while, before he too broke into tears, holding Liz's right hand to his forehead and sobbing.
After a while he looked at Liz who was asleep, and knew it was from the morphine. Getting up, he could only sigh and use the melted ice to gently wipe his niece's cheeks clean of the tear stains. Quietly, he left, shutting the door and heading back to the cafeteria, which is where he spent most of his time.
Hours later, Liz awoke to another crackle.
Her voice almost completely lost still, she sighed and opened her eyes. "Jazz..."
Jazz's voice came clear over her cellphone speaker. "I'm still here... I'm not leaving your side... Not until this is over. Then, well, you know what we'll have to do..."
The room went silent for a minute as Liz's brain began to function along the thought line of what to do about Starscream and the impending invasion.
"Jazz... I'm - " she began, but Jazz cut her off.
"Liz, don't start. Save you're voice and worry about everything else later... All that matters is your health... And you really don't have anything more to say to me right now. You need to rest and get some sleep... Your Uncle shouldn't have gone off on you like that... It's my fault." Jazz's voice held so much regret in it, but he couldn't help it.
"Shut up Jazz..." Liz whispered, her eyes looking more hurt just from his last sentence alone.
"Liz..." He begged.
"No, I said shut up..." She replied, closing her eyes and slowly settling into a nice relaxing sleep, which lasted for who knows how long to her.
Meanwhile Avery could only sit in the waiting room, or the cafeteria, scolding himself for yelling at his niece like he had. Shaking his head, he set his coffee down on the table before him and just stared into space, wondering what must be going through Liz's mind.
What felt like only hours later, Liz woke up in excruciating pain with a painfully weak scream erupting from her dried throat. Seconds later, A mask was put over her nose an mouth and the sleeping gas was administered. Before she could scream again, Liz passed out.
Still working diligently, the nurses and doctors stayed quiet the rest of the time, just in case the anesthetic wore off. After eight hours of reconstruction, they were finally done.
She woke, yet again, to a clattering of an instrument falling to the floor. A nurse began to apologize as she saw Liz was awake. Liz closed her eyes and just sighed slowly. Before she could open her eyes, she felt a cold liquid running down her throat. It was refreshing, but also very startling to a once morphine induced Liz.
Swallowing what she knew was water, she sighed out and managed a small smile. "Arigato..." She sighed out and the nurse bowed and left the room silently.
Another crackle. "Liz? Are you awake?"
"Yeah, I am. In pain, but awake..." She replied, sighing again.
"You've been sleeping for a week straight... They said the surgery went well..." Jazz added, watching Liz through her small cellphone camera.
"You should be in America Jazz..." Liz finally replied. Knowing full well he'd try and object, she continued to speak. "They need you to help fight..."
"Liz, I can't leave you after what Starscream said... Do you not remember? You can rebuild the all spark." Jazz reminded her and Liz only blinked in response.
"The what now?" Her voice was bemused and confused all at the same time. That night was almost two months, six surgeries, and who knows how many milligrams of morphine back. "You think I'm going to remember anything from that night, you're mistaken."
"Starscream said that you could help build a secondary all spark. The all spark is the most powerful weapon ever. It can turn technology into machines of war. Not just regular machines either. Machines like me." He informed her and she only sighed.
"Jazz... Do you know how much longer I'll be here? Since you've been listening to doctors speak for two months..." She questioned, closing her eyes to relax.
"You have to have physical therapy... They said that'll take another two months...then you should be okay to go home. They're just worried that your muscles in your arm won't be able to support itself... And that you may have a hard time straightening out your back and getting things to react right..."
"I'm a doctors puppet... I'm the new Inspector Gadget... Except not fully rebuilt and not stupid." Liz sighed, opening her eyes slowly. "Thank you for staying with me Jazz... I appreciate it." She added, sighing.
"I don't know if your Uncle does..." Jazz replied rather quietly.
"What do you mean? What... Jazz I'm confused, make me not confused." She demanded, though her voice seemed to question him more than demand an answer.
"You've... you've been muttering my name in your sleep... You've got your Uncle rather confused..." He replied, with a not so calm, more so nervous tone.
"Great. Now we're going to have to tell Ave what's been going on..." She muttered before hissing in pain only to twitch as more morphine made it into her system. "We can't keep things from him, not after this.. "
"You dare to keep things from me any longer and I'll make sure your parents visit..." Avery's voice came from the door and Liz's eyes went wide. "Who are you talking to?"
Liz looked over in his direction, her right foot twitching involuntarily. "...well...Ave. I'm talking to... Well to my... My car." Her voice was a little quieter than usual and all she could do was side glance at the phone. "Jazz... Uhm. Say hi to my Uncle Avery." She requested shakily.
"Hello Avery." The metallic voice rang.
Avery stared at the phone, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. "What the hell..."
Jazz's voice rang clear again. "I'm sorry about what happened to Liz, Avery. I tried my best to fight him off.."
"Fight who off? What do you mean? What the devil is going on?!" Avery almost screamed before Liz shushed him.
"Ave, Jazz is an autobot. He's been protecting me and watching over me. They, the rest of the autobots, need my help..." Liz began, before Avery could scream at her. "They're a good race Ave... They're in need of my help..."
"Well, I'm sorry, but they're going to have to do whatever it is without you. I'm not about to let my daughter go off with some freaks!" Avery snapped before looking off.
"Ave... I'll be okay..." Liz said softy. "I'm not gonna leave until after all the physical therapy... And I don't want you to go with me... It's not safe enough..."
Avery seemed to growl before looking down at Liz with almost what seemed to be hatred in his eyes. "Not safe enough... Then you sure as hell... ARE NOT GOING!" He screamed before storming out of the room.
Liz's face froze in shock at the way Avery was acting. "Jazz... What do... Jazz he's so mad at me..." Liz's calm voice began to waver and soon the tears began to fall.
"Liz, he's just stressed out... Your parents told him you're fine on your own... He's just angry, stressed, and tired..." He crooned through the phone speaker, trying to calm Liz, who slowly pulled her right arm up to her face to wipe her own tears.
"Jazz... We still have to leave, don't we..." She questioned, wincing as she put her arm back down.
"We need to. I'm not leaving you alone after last months attack... You wouldn't stand any chance against him on your own..."He stated, his voice stern and obviously caring. "I don't know how... But we'll get there... Optimus and the others need to know about this. I've been trying to contact them all... But it's proven more difficult than I thought."
"And you can't risk an actual signal right now..." She pointed out, looking over at the cell phone.
"No..."
Over the days, Avery would sometimes look in and see Liz talking to space. He sighed, now more than ever, wishing for an easier life. 'What do I do... I can't let her go on her own with that... that thing in the parking lot...'
He sighed and walked back to the waiting room, sitting and thinking solemnly about his new decision to make. Did he let Liz leave Japan without him? Or did he go with her? Or did he forbid it all together...? He had absolutely no idea, but it was clear that he needed to decide.
Through the days of rehabilitation with her arm and voluntary movement, Avery watched his niece and began his debate that would last for weeks on end.
At the end of two weeks, Liz was walking around the hospital everyday, going and getting her own food, and periodically going down to the parking lot to sit on the hood of her 'car' and relax. Her decision came at the end of day forty five. "Jazz... we'll leave next week... Put ourselves on a plane and leave..."
"Alright..." He replied, his radio on low playing her favorite songs.
Just as the decision was made, Avery walked out to the parking lot and looked from Liz to the car before walking right over and looking down at his niece. "Liz, you can go to America... you're too old to have me tell you know... And you obviously have duties to fulfill..."
Smiling, she got off the hood and hugged Avery tight, relaxing against his chest and sighing. "I'm sorry I've been such a pain Avery..." she said before yelping from a sudden poke to her ribs.
"Don't call me Avery." He said, grinning at her and then looking down at the car. "So... this is... Jazz?"
"Yes sir." The metallic voice rang out softly. "Second in command under Optimus Prime."
"Well then, Jazz. Take care of my niece... If you don't I'm obligated to take you apart if I so choose." Avery said flatly, almost glaring at the car.
"I intend to sir. I have up till this point, and form here on out as well. She's my responsibility." Jazz responded simply and quite sternly.
"Damn straight." Avery replied before looking back to Liz who was zoning into space. "Dear, go get some sleep... It's late." His voice changed to a softer tone and she nodded, leaning on him and following him back up to the room.
"Thank you Ave..." She muttered, sitting down on her bed slowly. "I'm glad you aren't mad at me anymore..." She added, laying down and cosing her eyes.
"I was never mad at you, Elizabeth... I was just so worried to lose you..." He patted her hand before drawing back and walking out of the room as she dozed off to sleep. "And I still am..."