Many orn passed by little to no change from Prowl. He remained in his comatose state, still unexplained.
Jazz was beside himself with grief and everyone saw it.
Everyone, except Smokescreen, who still blamed him. That was only to cover up the fact that he fiercely blamed himself. He knew that if he had been a better older brother, things could have been different. Prowl would never have been lost.
Smokescreen sat in his and Bluestreak's room his head in his servo's, his shoulders shaking with sobs. The youngest of the three had stopped trying to console his oldest brother when an orn had turned to a vorn, and then to two, then three.
"Damn," Smokescreen whispered.
His little brother was waisting away and he was unable to help him. He could only sit at his side and talk to him, feeling like a fool for talking and waiting for a response.
He and Jazz took shifts waiting for orns before switching and resuming their vigil.
The despair was not only felt by the three though, everyone on the base was feeling the effects. Prime and Jazz were forced to take on double the work.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe stopped pranking people because it was no longer fun without Prowl being there to scold them.
There was a heavy melancholy air that hung over the base. Everyone was depressed especially since the ones that livened the place up, were the ones who were the most affected.
Smokescreen wiped away his tears and sat up. Slowly he began his trek to the med-bay, to take over for Jazz.
When he entered, he paused and listened.
"Come on Prowler, you gotta wake up soon," came the pleading voice, "Everyone's really down without you."
Jazz gave a wet laugh, "Even Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are being good. Poor Prime, he's practically taking over for the both of us, since I'm a useless mess."
Smokescreen peeked around and saw Jazz leaning over resting his forehead on his lover's. His left servo was clasped around his lover's and his right servo was making soothing circles on Prowl's faceplate.
Smokescreen felt his original anger beginning to melt. This mech obviously cared deeply for his little brother. He sighed imperceptibly and entered the room.
Jazz sprang away, stood up and shuffled uncomfortably.
Smokescreen walked to him and raised a servo and rested it on Jazz's shoulder.
"Thank you for watching him," he nearly whispered.
Jazz stood in shock for a moment before he recovered and gave a small smile.
"Of course," he said and with a final kiss on his lover's forehead, he left.
The silence in the room was only broken by the occasional beeping of the machinery, the only sign that Prowl was even alive.
Smokescreen sat down with a heavy sigh and studied his brother.
"Hello, little Brother, How have you been?" He asked quietly, he was unsurprised not to receive a response.
"Jazz and Bluestreak are really lost without you, we all are. Especially me, I never realized how much you did for us until you were...," his voice broke.
He felt the threat of tears spilling and he covered his optics. He grit his teeth in anger at himself for such weakness, he never imagined he could be so angry with himself.
"Dammit, Prowl, you need to wake up soon, please," the final word was said as a plea, a desperate one.
"I don't know how I'm supposed to help you! Ratchet said all we can do is wait, but It's never hurt to wait this much. I'm watching our little brother fade away more and more every day because of guilt. We...I can't stand this any longer, baby bro, you need to wake up," he was practically begging now. Without restraint, he poured his spark out to his comatose little brother.
An alarm began blaring suddenly, surprising Smokescreen out of his morbid thoughts.
Ratchet ran in as Smokescreen was running out.
"What is going on?" Smokescreen asked.
"Decepticons are attacking," came the simple response that had him running down the halls looking for Jazz.