(Y/N) POV
Knockout wanted to enter a local street race. He believes illegal street racing adds to the excitement. We've entered several races and had a few high-speed chases with the Autobots, but something felt different today. Was it merely because it's an illegal race, and I'd rather not get caught by the police, arrested, and spend years in prison? Maybe.
"How many races have we been in, and I've kept you safe?" Knockout argues
"Thirty, but this feels different," I argue back.
"All because it's illegal?" He mocks, "fine, don't come with me; I can use my holoform."
He transforms but doesn't drive off.
"Ugh, fine; I'll go with you."
I get in, and we drive off.

There are five other cars at this race. Looking around the area, I realize where we are. This is a popular illegal racing spot and dangerous. Many have ended up seriously injured, and a few racers have died.
"Knockout, this is dangerous."
"Ugh, (Y/N), I'm a better driver than these fleshies. You're safe with me."

Knockout POV
I don't know why (Y/N) is so worried. We've won most of our races. We've had a few races down a mountain like today's race.
We go speeding down the road, taking first place immediately, which angers several other racers. I feel (Y/N) become tense as a racer hit us from the side, scratching my finish.
"That's it; they must pay!" I rage.
"KNOCKOUT DON'T!" (Y/N) yells as I increase my speed. (Y/N) holds on to the seat tight. I'm too pissed to be bothered by the pain. Driving at 150 mph as fleshies ram into me, causing (Y/N) to scream. There's no way I'm going to get her to calm down until I stop, and I will not stop until we win the race.

A driver stops in the middle of the road twenty feet in front of me, causing an accident; a car going flying off the mountain.
This frightens (Y/N) even more to the point she's crying. I stop by the aft who's blocking the road.
"Dumb ass has no idea how to drive. Even your lady is frightened by your driving," the driver mocks before getting a key and scratching my finish, laughing as they drive off. Before I can drive off, a car rams me from behind hard. (Y/N) stops screaming; I know that means she's knocked out...at least I hope that's it.
I catch up to the aft and try to cause them to drive off the mountain as we race to the finish.

A few minutes pass before the driver stops.
"Dude, what's your problem!?" They rage as they step out of their car and towards mine.
I transform to my bipedal mode.
"YOU RUINED MY FINISH!" I yell in the human's face.
Fear on their face as they run to their car.
"GIANT ALIEN ROBOT HUMAN KILLER!" They yell as they get into their car and speed off. I laugh until I realize there's blood on me.
Oh, scrap.
"(Y/N)!"
I activate my holoform and rush to her, frightened by the blood around her head. I know the human head is like ours; many tubes they call blood vessels in the head. This could be a cut that's bleeding heavily, or I seriously injured my girl over a scratch on my finish.

My scan didn't assure me (Y/N) only has a deep cut. An ambulance can't get up here.
Scrap, what do I do?

Ratchet POV
"Optimus, sir, you're going to want to read this!" I yell to get my leader's attention.
"A message from knockout?" He asks.
"That's strange, but the message is even stranger;
Help injured femme human. No way I can get them to a human hospital, nor can I use our ground bridge.
"Why would he hurt a human then ask for our help to save them?"
"Question for another time, let's move!"

(Y/N) POV
I wake up in Knockout's holoform's arms, in a lot of pain.
"Knockout-."
*Shh, you'll be ok."
"I'm in a lot of pain," I tell him as I feel tears roll down my face.
"Help is coming, but I need to leave before they get here."
"No, Knockout doesn't leave me here," I sob. I'm too weak to get a tight hold on him. I feel myself getting weaker. I hear the sound of a space bridge opening.
"The Autobots will take care of you," he says as he lays me on the ground. I can't beg him to stay; everything goes black.

Knockout POV
"(Y/N)!?"
Fear runs through my processor; did my girl die?
"Quickly; her name and what happened?!" Ratchet demands.
It's hard to repeat what happened, knowing it's my fault. (Y/N) warned me, and I didn't listen. Now she's gone; I have to live without her.