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Abby POV

Abby and the twins came for a visit. She had been informed of Desirée's declining health. From what Bumblebee had told her, the infection that was plaguing her had shown no sign of going away. It had been almost a week since the woman's half-sister had received the possibly life threatening infection.

"She looks like death," Bee had said. "She's pale; sweaty; and thin."

Abigale felt her heart plummet. She knew that what Bee had informed her was terrible, but visiting the Yeager residence meant she'd see Desirée in person, see how terrible she'd look firsthand.

"I'm warning you now, Abby," Bee said as he drove Abby and the twins to the Yeager residence, "she looks awful. Optimus is worried out of his processors. Pretty much everyone is worried about her."

Abby held Alec and Athena a little closer, feeling dread build up inside her. Bee tried comforting Abby, saying that she'd recover as soon as possible, that her and the unborn Sparkling would be just fine! But Abby caught an undertone in Bee's voice...something that sounded doubtful...as if he didn't believe his own words. Abby tried to believe Bee's attempts of reassurance, but she found it difficult. If Desirée looked as bad as described, she wasn't sure if she would fully believe any kind of reassurance.

After Bee had dropped Abby off at the Yeager residence, and showing some hesitation on getting out of the Camaro, she and the twins got out with Bee's Holoform in tow.

Bee kept an arm wrapped around her shoulders, his face stoic. He knew that the moment Abby saw how bad Desirée looked...certainly saying that Abby would be 'upset' would be an understatement.

Oh God, please let her get better, Abby thought as they entered the home.

What frightened Abby the most about entering the home was how eerily quiet it was. A heaviness settled in the home, settling uncomfortably on Abby's shoulders. She looked at Bee worriedly. His baby blue eyes glanced down at her, a semi-frightened frown on the Holoform's face.

Bee gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"Come on," he murmured.

Ironhide POV

The weapon specialist had the Holoform activated. Everyone had come to the Yeager residence once they heard news of Desirée's health.

Mya, once she saw the poor bed ridden woman, was on the verge of tears. Ironhide held her close and tried comforting her the best he could. Ironhide knew that verbally trying to comfort her wouldn't work. He wasn't even sure if physically trying to comfort her was working either, but he did what he thought was necessary to make her feel better.

"Ratchet's doing all he can for her," Ironhide said softly, trying to keep his emotions in check. Mya's emotions were overwhelming, his Spark was rattling with so many emotions his processors couldn't handle it. "She'll be fine."

Mya pulled away from the weapon specialist's embrace, teary eyed, sniffling.

Ironhide looked at her with the most stoic face he could muster. "Ratchet's trying his best," he said, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Just try and calm yourself down."

"Ironhide, I..." She cut herself off before she could continue, causing the weapon specialist's Spark to rattle worriedly.

"What is it?" he asked softly.

"If we ever have kids...is this what will happen?" Mya asked shakily, tears spilling over. "Will I get as sick as Desirée?"

A look of fearful shock spread across Ironhide's features. He pulled her back into an embrace, resting his chin atop her head.

Ironhide, in a way he hadn't realized before, desperately wanted to have Sparklings. Mya's fears over getting so ill while pregnant with any future Sparklings of Ironhide's caused him to feel guilty. He wanted so badly to have Sparklings. Seeing his other companions start families of their own caused him to feel almost...jealous. Jealous and guilty.

He felt guilty for the jealousy that would occasionally bubble up in him.

"Nothing like that will happen," he promised. He wasn't sure if Mya even wanted Sparklings with him. She seemed almost petrified, seeing how Desirée looked. Ironhide would keep his wants to himself. If Mya was content with just being with him, no Sparklings, then that would be a sacrifice he would be willing to make, much to his Spark's displeasure.

Mya POV

Mya was scared, worried, petrified...she couldn't even pinpoint an exact emotion she was feeling. Ironhide had silently been holding her, one hand gently stroking her black hair, the other one holding her close to the Holoform. Mya tried fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall.

She tried to find some sort of comfort in Ironhide's embrace. Having him so close...it normally would have made her heart flutter, her trying to stifle a giggle (something she hardly does).

If this is what will happen, getting pregnant, is that something I really want with Ironhide? she thought. It was evident in the weapon specialist's eyes that having children was something he wanted.

Did she want to take that one thing from him?

Optimus POV

The Prime was holding Desirée's limp hand. She was deathly pale, dark circles surrounded her eyes. She would tremble, as if she were cold, but Ratchet said she was running a dangerously high fever.

Five days. That's how long she's been ill. Not even two months into her pregnancy (only a month and a half along), and already she was experiencing dangerous complications.

Vomiting, high fevers, chills, restlessness, stomach cramps, coughing fits, nosebleeds...Optimus couldn't comprehend how something like that could have hit her so hard.

Optimus gently brushed damp, ashy blonde hair from Desirée's face, her shallow breathing filling the tense silence in the bedroom.

The Prime made Cade promise to keep Saoirse and Eden as far from the bedroom as possible. He didn't want his Sparklings seeing their mother in such a condition.

A soft knock caused Optimus to flinch.

"Who's there?" Ratchet exclaimed.

"Bee."

The sound of the scout Autobot's voice caused Optimus to swallow thickly. If Bumblebee was waiting outside the bedroom door, there was no doubt in the Prime's processors that Abby was out there as well. Currently, everyone had knowledge of the Witwicky girl's condition, and, in some way, saw her frail body.

Optimus looked at Ratchet, who seemed unsure on what to do. The Prime simply shook his head.

"If you're coming to check on Desirée, you will have to wait," Ratchet called. "No one's allowed in this bedroom until her health has returned to normal."

Desirée POV

My throat burned from all the vomiting and coughing; my lungs hurt with every breath I took; my nose ached from the nosebleeds; even my head seemed tired from the ruthless migraines I received.

I'd go through different body temperatures like nobody's business. I'd be freezing my ass off, to feeling as if I were on fire, then I'd feel decent, then I'd go right back to cold and hot and cold and hot and neutral...like an endless cycle.

Ratchet said it was a very bad infection. He was trying his best to stop it. It was putting a lot of pressure and stress on my body, and he said that if the condition of the infection worsened, there was the possibility of a miscarriage. He said if I lost the baby, I'd probably be in an even bigger life threatening situation. I could bleed to death, the loss of the baby could cause a serious imbalance in my body trying to find some stability...

All these scenarios running through my mind...it made me fearful.

Optimus, bless him, hadn't left my bedside since Ratchet confirmed my condition had gone downhill.

I vaguely felt him holding my hand; just as I vaguely heard them talking at this point. I was so exhausted, so unstable, that I couldn't focus hard enough on one thing to keep me occupied.

I felt something gently touch my forehead, causing me to flinch slightly.

"Desirée..." I blinked a few times. The voice sounded like Optimus's. "Desirée, my precious Desirée..."

I feel so weak. I can't move anything...I can't understand anything...What's happening to me? Am I dying? Is this what it feels like to die? I felt tears fill my eyes.

A figure came into my vision.

"Optimu..." I tried, my voice too weak. I saw his vivid blue eyes...those eyes that were always so bright.

He has such beautiful eyes. I wish he wouldn't look so heartbroken...that look doesn't suit him. He should be happy...we're having another baby! Why isn't he happy? Doesn't he want it?

My delusional mind filled me with panic. I felt the hot tears run down my cold skin. Optimus's hand gently wiped the tears from my eyes; he looked like he was fighting back some tears as well. Could the Holoform even produce tears?

"My beautiful Desirée," he whispered, squeezing the hand he held softly. "You'll get better, I promise."

I continued to look at him, too weak to even utter a noise.

Optimus leaned over and kissed me gently on the forehead.

Swallowing thickly, I tried to muster my best smile. Whatever I pulled up caused tears to run down Optimus's face. He looked so vulnerable. He never looked vulnerable before.

He shouldn't be sad. Everyone will be just fine, right?! Optimus shouldn't cry. If he cries, then everyone will be sad and no one should be sad! It's a happy time! I'm pregnant again...I'm surrounded by people who mean the world to me. He shouldn't be crying when everything's so good.

I felt Optimus kiss the knuckles of my hand.

QUICKY A/N:

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