A/N:... R&R please.
Prowl wanted to sigh. He knew he wasn't going to make it, and that he was going to die here, away from Jazz. A sonic blast from Thundercracker had taken out his audios, and another blast had nearly blown his spark chamber wide open. His legs had been blown apart from Megatron's shot at Prime. He had taken the shot for his commander, and wasn't regretting it at all. His door wings twitched as faint rumbling reached them, and a bitter smile reached his lips.
The debris from the fallen building had made a cave like hole for him, but it didn't help the recovery process any for those getting him out. They may be trying to get him out quickly, but it wasn't going to help. His Battle computer gave him a 3% chance of survival, even with the hole opened up. It wasn't wide enough for anyone to be able to go through and bring him back up, even if he could help them in his current condition. It wasn't long before his vision started tunneling, cutting off the shifting debris he had been able to see to his left and right. He couldn't feel pain anymore, and it was a blessing. His days of slitting his wrists, it seemed, were almost over. This was ending it for him, instead of him having to do it himself.