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Optimus POV
The Prime watched as Ratchet pulled a syringe out of Desirée's arm. Optimus's Sparkmate's eyes became heavier, until they finally closed and her originally shallow breathing kind of evened out
"I gave her a light sedative," Ratchet said. "It will help her rest easier, but I didn't give her a lot. She'll be able to rest for about two hours, at least."
Optimus nodded. "Thank you, Ratchet," he said softly. "Why don't you rest? You've been working hard."
With a little hesitation, Ratchet dismissed his Holoform, leaving Optimus alone with the sedated Desirée.
The Prime's vivid blue eyes looked at his Sparkmate. Guilt wracked is Spark ruthlessly. Her stomach was already swelling. His eyes stung from crying.
He noted that for the first time in a long time, Desirée looked peaceful. Optimus gently kissed her on the lips - just a brush. She looked so fragile. He prayed to Primus she made it out alive. Having Desirée and his unborn Sparkling perish wouldn't just break his Spark, it would shatter his Spark. He wasn't sure if he'd even function if something like that happened.
A soft knock caused the Prime's Holoform to stiffen.
"Who is it?" he called, his voice having a bitter edge to it.
The door opened slightly and Optimus saw Elita's Holoform poke her head in. His eyes narrowed at her. She seemed sheepish.
"What do you want?" Optimus looked away from her, looking at Desirée solemnly.
"I want to say I'm sorry," Elita said. "For..." She waved at Desirée's form, unsure on how to continue.
"You shouldn't be here," Optimus said gruffly. "It would be best if you left, Elita."
The femme looked down.
"If you need someone to talk to, you know you can talk to me, right?" The question came out softly, and the Prime stiffened even more so.
He looked at her sharply, tears in his eyes. His lips pursed into a thin line.
"I suggest you leave, Elita," he hissed. The femme's Holoform flinched at the sound of his voice. "My Sparkmate is ill, I'd like to be with her."
Desirée POV
Everything was black. Everything.
I faintly remembered Ratchet poking something into my arm; and then I got really tired. I felt something in my gut fluttering and it bothered me. I wanted to get out of the darkness and understand what that fluttery feeling was.
If I could just wake up I could figure out what's wrong with my stomach...it feels a lot like...emotions! Are these emotions? I can't really make them out; are they Optimus's emotions? They'd have to be, right? Optimus and I are married.
You're Sparkbound to Optimus. Of course you're feeling his emotions! Just try and calm down and...
Everything is so confusing. Optimus looks so sad. Why does he look so sad?
He's scared. So, so scared. And sad. You're sick and everyone's worried about you. Optimus wants you to be OK, he wants you to be alive and he wants the baby to be OK.
The darkness was slowly starting to fade, and I was beginning to feel something holding my hand. Something warm and rough. It felt familiar. The darkness slowly started becoming lighter and my eyes opened to find Optimus kneeling over me, kissing my hand softly.
"Optimus?" I whispered hoarsely. Optimus's eyes looked at me in shock. "I..." I swallowed thickly, my throat dry and burning slightly.
Optimus immediately dismissed the Holoform, leaving me alone and slightly confused. When his Holoform came back, Ratchet was trailing behind him.
Ratchet performed a quick scan on me. I tried blinking back the bleariness in my vision.
"Her temperature has gone down," Ratchet replied. "Not by much, but enough to make a significant difference."
Optimus held my hand tightly, looking at me with a glimmer of hope in his blue eyes. "Thank Primus," he murmured, kissing my knuckles. "What about the Sparkling?"
Another scan happened before Ratchet answered. "The Sparkling seems to be under less stress than before. If an improvement like this keeps happening, they should be better in about two weeks."
"That's good," I whispered softly. My stomach churned, causing me to shift uncomfortably on my bed.
"Is something wrong?" Optimus asked worriedly.
I shook my head. "My throat's just dry, that's all." I tried for my best smile, causing the Prime's eyes to soften slightly. Getting up, he left the room to get some water.
"It's a good thing your temperature's gone down," Ratchet said, after Optimus left. He looked at me with a solemn look. "Prime was about to lose his processors if this infection got any worse."
I nodded wordlessly.
"I'll have to keep a closer eye on you now," Ratchet informed me. "If your temperature's been going down, then that must mean your immune system's strengthened some. That's a good improvement."
"Did you give me a sedative earlier?" I croaked.
Ratchet nodded. "It was the only thing I could do to actually let you get some rest."
I gave an airy chuckle, placing my had on my stomach. It felt warm under my palm, firm too.
When Optimus came back, holding a glass of water, I gave him a soft smile. Looking back at Ratchet, he turned away from Optimus and I.
"Thank you, Ratchet," I called hoarsely. Ratchet looked back at me for a moment before nodding wordlessly.
Optimus handed me the glass of water, helping me drink the water. When he took the glass of water from me, he gave a small smile and that glimmer of hope still shone brightly in his eyes. And it was that glimmer of hope in those vivid blue eyes of the Holoform that made my heart flutter. I returned his small smile.
Turning to where Ratchet stood, I noticed his Holoform had been dismissed.
"How long have you kept the Holoform up?" I asked softly.
"I haven't left your side," Optimus murmured. "I didn't want to leave your side."
Shaking my head, I gave a silent sigh. "Dismiss the Holoform," I murmured.
"Not now," Optimus replied. "I just want to stay here with you a little longer."
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