CHAPTER-9: WHY?

Ratchet groaned as he opened his optics. Looking around the med-bay, everything was just as he'd left it. So what woke him? The medic contemplated. Looking down Ratchet saw Bumblebee's prone form lying beneath him, his yellow armour speckled with lubricate, as his internal system tried to cool him down.

Ratchet placed a gentle servo on the top of Bee's faceplate, but pulled it back briskly. The Camero was burning hot and the colour of his armour had paled even more. "Frag it!" Ratchet thought as he placed a new cooling pack on the Camero's temple. Stepping back from the berth, Ratchet headed towards their private chambers. And knocked on one door. A few small scurrying sounds where heard before the metal door opened.

"What happened, old friend? Is Bumblebee alright?" Optimus's concerned face appeared in the doorway.

"Bumblebee's fever is rising and I need your help to cool him down." Ratchet explained before turning and walking back to the med-bay with Optimus in toe.

Entering the Medical bay both Autobots where met with a shock. Bumblebee was sitting up on the berth. His optics blurry and unfocused, but open none the less. The yellow mech looked confused as glanced at the cables in his arm, before looking up and seeing Ratchet and his leader standing before him.

"Bumblebee!" Ratchet called out in shock, he hadn't expected the little yellow mech to wake up anytime soon. "How are you feeling?" The medic continued while looking the Camero over.

"I've been better. But I'm alright. What happened?" Bumblebee beeped weakly.

"Hum?" Ratchet contemplated. Memory loss was not a good sign. He'd have to check Bee over for helm injuries or possessor damage from energon loss.

"You where badly injured by Megatron yesterday, during our battle with him. You jumped in front of his blade in order to protect me. You have my thanks Bumblebee." Optimus stated sadly and lowered his helm.

"But not all the wounds I found where made by Megatron. Some of them where old and badly infected. Why Bumblebee? When did this happen? Why didn't you come to us for help? Why didn't you came to me for help?" Ratchet questioned his blue optics dimming slightly as he looked down.

Bumblebee was speechless. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want his team to be angry with him and he knew he had let them down, but in his own processor he though he was doing the right thing.

"Raf." Was all Bee managed to choke out.

"Raf?" Ratchet repeated. "What about Raf?" The medic asked.

"It happened the day I had that accident with Raf. It was my fault that he got hurt and I didn't want to be selfish when he was the one who needed help." Bumblebee explained sadly.

"But why didn't you come to us later?" Optimus questioned calmly.

"It was only a shallow wound. And back on Cybertron, when I lived on my own, I use to get beaten up and hurt all the time, so I learned to look after my own injuries if they weren't to serious." Bee told them.

"But these injuries where serious Bumblebee. They where still leaking energon even when I found them, nearly two human weeks later, and- Oh, Primus. On the day that Raf was hurt I let you give energon! What was I thinking, my ignorance could have got you killed." Ratchet exclaimed at the realization.

"You did not know, old friend." Optimus tried to reassure the medic.

"And like I said it wasn't a serious wound." Bumblebee added.

"But it was Bumblebee. We are not native to this planet. There are many more types of Bacteria that our bodies are not naturally programmed to combat, leaving us more open to infection and Viruses like you've got." Ratchet stated getting frustrated as he sat down and dropped his helm into his servos.

"I'm sorry." Bumblebee stated sadly as lubricant gathered in his optics. He was beginning to feel dizzy again and the cold air around him was making his weak body shiver. "I'm so sorry for everything." Was the last thing Bee beeped out before his optics closed and he fell back into the deep oblivion of unconsciousness.

Both Optimus and Ratchet's optics widened at the loud beeping noise, one of the machines Bumblebee was attached to, was making. Looking to his left at the monitor the medic checked the Camero's vital signs and only one thing could leave his mouth. "Oh, Frag."

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