It's been several days since the accident, and I was getting restless. No one would let me do anything without supervision or help. I didn't like it. Jun was spending all her time with Prowl, and Hound just, sort of, hovered around me, like he was afraid I would break. I sighed, my hair fluffing up from the gust. I grabbed my iPod off the desk, and limped out of my room, resting most of my weight on the cane that I was provided. I went outside, and headed off towards the woods. The day was blisteringly hot, almost fifty-five degrees Celsius, and I was panting hard by the time I reached the tree line. I let out a whoosh of breath, and continued walking. I heard the trickle of water flowing down a creek, and moved towards it. I broke through the brush, and was in this beautiful meadow, filled with natural wildflowers, and there was a wide, deep creek. I pulled off my shoes, and was careful with my brace, as I dipped my feet into the blissfully cool water. I sighed in absolute bliss. The sun wasn't as hot as before, and the water tickled against my shins. I laid down on my back, and closed my eyes, not giving a single care in the world.
I opened my eyes, and I noticed that the sun had gone from high in the sky, to deep behind the trees. The air was cooler than before, and the water was almost unbearably cold. I carefully took my feet out of the water, and slipped my shoes back on, and stood up, resting my weight on the cane. I limped out of the woods, and I stopped before heading back to the base. I was going to be in a lot of trouble.
I quietly snuck in the side door of the living quarters, and into my bedroom, I was almost to safety, when a huge hand gripped my shoulder tightly. I froze
"Where. Were. You?" The owner of the hand growled. It was Prowl, and I was in trouble. I turned slowly, wincing, because it was on my bad leg.
"I went for a walk." I stated bluntly. Prowl's eyes narrowed dangerously, my blood went icy, as I moved into defensive mode.
"Prowl, take your hand off of me." I whispered dangerously quiet. He didn't remove his hand.
"No, you're coming with me." Prowl pulled on my arm, and I was jerked forward, my leg protested, and I heard and felt a snap. I hissed in pain, and pulled my arm away.
'Stay away from me." I growled, and limped the rest of the way into my room, and slammed the door for effect.
I looked under my brace as soon as I was sure I wasn't going to go strangle a robot, and there was blood gushing out from underneath the brace, and I swore, when Prowl pulled me forward, he splintered my brace, and then there was a piece buried in my leg. The exact same injury I sustained in the Decepticon attack. Just lovely. I limped over to the desk, and grabbed my phone, I had Hound's number on speed dial. I pressed 4 and pressed the receiver to my ear. He picked up after the second ring.
"What do you need Mattie?" he asked, without missing a beat. I was in the middle of applying my pillowcase to the bleeding wound.
"Um, yes, and I'm bleeding pretty profusely, and I'm going to go into shock if I don't get some help soon." I gasped, realizing that I had less time then I thought. I ended my call with Hound and then I texted Jun, I think she should know about this incident.
I think you should get Prowl in line. I texted, fighting to keep my eyes open. My phone buzzed almost immediately. I flipped open, and read the message.
Why? What happened? She asked, I could hear her voice, ringing with anxiousness. I sighed, my eyes drooping a little, as my fingers numbingly replied to her message.
Broke my brace. Driller injury all over again. Lots of blood. I sent, and I felt my phone slip out of my hands, as I blacked out.
I woke up in the med bay with several stern looks, and one upset one. I tried to sit up, and then I realized I was shackled to a bed. I heard a sigh, and I realized it was Jun, rolling her eyes at my stubbornness.
"You are to stay here Matildia. You are not allowed to leave, until the brace is ready to come off." Ratchet growled as he scanned me, I sighed haughtily.
"Whhhhhhyyyyy?" I whined. I hated being confined. It makes me feel like I'm back at my foster parents house.
"You broke your brace, and you became injured, BECAUSE, you went on a reckless walk. You are not allowed to leave." Ratchet said in 'don't mess with me' tone. I groaned.
"Please, I'll be okay." I said. Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and the door exploded inward.