She hoped what she said was enough for the bot to come and investigate, as after all, it's not everyday you find your sister.
she heard the armoury door hiss as it opened, disappointed to find the bot from the medbay and not her brothers. She gulped. He looked angry and was holding a wrench. It made her remember a part of her childhood, when the abuse was just starting.
Flashback
She was standing in her room, listening to the argument below her in the confines of her house. She couldn't hear what they where saying but she could just make out her name being said a few times.
Her creator was supposed to have a sparkling soon and the medic said she shouldn't do overly stressful activities. She wasn't 100% sure but felt that arguing was considered to be stressful.
By the time she heard her creator storm out the house, probably to waste their little money on high grade energon, her sire came upstairs. This, obviously, isn't out of the ordinary but he was wielding a wrench. She could see the look in his optics where covered in rage.
He looked at her and yelled "this is all your fault, you piece of slag! If you weren't here, we wouldn't be arguing!" Those were the only words her processor could handle. She visibly gulped and felt the tears start to well up in her optics. That's when he chucked the wrench.
She fell to the floor, but not to repair stasis. She watched her sire as he destroyed her military styled room, having given up on personalising it with the lack of money and how many times her room got destroyed. She looked up with sad optics to her sire and made brief optic contact. His eyes swelled with rage and he hit her again with the wrench, falling into a distraught repair stasis, knowing she wasn't loved.
End flashback
She jumped back a bit, scared for what her would do to her with that one wrench and gulped. She slowly stood up and went further back into her mini armoury, hoping to prove she didn't want to fight him.
when she looked back at his face, it was full of concern and worry, the wrench lowered. Her intakes got caught in her vents when He took a step closer to her. No one ever went close to her intentionally apart from the decepticons and her creators and both end bad.
"hey I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Ratchet, a field medic and I just want to make sure your alright" he said, still worried. "My name iszzzzzz" I looked down the best I could to my vocaliser to see it frizzing out. I looked back up with wide optics to this supposive field medic and take in his frown. He looked up to my face, visably startled that I caught his frown and says "it's alright, it's an easy fix but I need you to come to my medbay." She could feel him searching her face with his eyes to see any sign of her showing agreement or not, but she kept her face blank and emotionless.
She was good at this. When she got to her older youngling years, she learnt if she kept quiet and showed no emotion, it made it seem like it didn't matter, that it didn't hurt.
She nodded her head and slowly stood up. She looked at him for assurance for which he gave her a small grin. She took a deep breath and slowly made her way in front of him. She stood at alert and started with normal protocol announcements. She took a deep breath and "my name izzzz-" "yip yip yip, stop right there! Your vocaliser is broken. You can't just go round speaking like normal!" Ratchet yelled and put his hand over her mouth.