Ratchet finds out you have a more serious heart murmur. Everything is fine until you find out there's a big inspection, and you want to make sure everything is organized. You sneak into the medbay to organize late at night but pass out. After you're scolded, Lennox suggests a week off. You have a week off with Jolt, which brings the two of you closer together.

Ratchet's P.O.V.
It's been a few weeks since I discovered (Y/N) has a heart murmur. Unfortunately, it is not an innocent murmur like (Y/N) hoped. What troubles me is if this went unnoticed, and that's why no notes are excusing (Y/N) from gym class or participating in sports. I've tried to contact her pediatrician, who was an aft and told me (Y/N) is no longer their patient, so there's nothing to discuss. My own test confirmed how serious this is. Jolt, and I are not sure if we want to bring up surgery to (Y/N) to try to repair the cause of the murmur as it's not guaranteed she could switch to active duty.
Everything has been working out. I think (Y/N) has become more interested in working in the medbay — until she heard Lennox tell Jolt and I the head of the hospital nearby is coming to inspect the medbay. Jolt and I aren't worried, and we didn't think (Y/N) would worry...

That is until I catch her running around the medbay, organizing files, making sure supplies are organized, and we have enough.
I wasn't worried at first; I thought (Y/N) would be finished soon.

She kept running around, making sure everything is right for four hours, even ignoring Jolt's pleas for her to stop. We don't want to do this, but we need to get Lennox and Prime involved.

"This is unacceptable (Y/N)," Prime scolds, "you were told you have a serious condition."
I order (Y/N) to do the office work for the rest of the day.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
I'm already useless in a military base, mow I'm confined to the office. Not even knowing Jolt can sit with me — so he claims — makes this better.

Laying in bed, struggling to get to sleep. Before I know it, it's midnight. No one will be in the medbay since there are no soldiers on a mission.

Everything is fine for an hour organizing files and supplies before I feel really tired like I just ran a marathon.

Two hours later

Ratchet's P.O.V.
My pager going off in the middle of the night is normal, but a soldier pounding the door at three in the morning is not.
"Help!" They yell as they continue pounding.
I open the door, expecting to see the soldier bleeding, not sweating.
"(Y/N) is in the medbay, unconscious. I can't wake her up!" They explain, panicking.
They insist on coming with me as I wake Jolt up. The three of us rush to the medbay.

Jolt's P.O.V.
Being woken up at three in the morning by Ratchet shaking me awake is not great, but the reason why is terrifying.

To see (Y/N) passed out is terrifying. I want to take charge, but Ratchet's the CMO. Trying not to think (Y/N) will go into cardiac arrest is challenging as Ratchet puts her on oxygen.
"We have to tell Lennox and Prime now," Ratchet tells me as he sets up the EKG.
I sit in the chair by the bed as Ratchet leaves, terrified (Y/N) is in a coma.
This can't be happening.

Optimus Prime's P.O.V.
It's never good to be woken up at three in the morning. What's more concerning is this is a medical emergency.
"...found unconscious by a guard. She's been unresponsive for twenty minutes," Ratchet explains as we run down the hall.
I worry about (Y/N)'s health but also Jolt. I know those two are together.

Jolt is a wreck when we walk into the room. It's obvious he's trying not to cry.
Ratchet looks at the EKG test, "she overworked her heart," he tells us, "she'll be ok."

We don't have to wait long for (Y/N) to wake up. She knows immediately that she made a mistake.
"Oh yeah, you're in trouble!" Lennox scolds.
"Lennox, enough," I look at him before looking at (Y/N), "you understand how much worse this situation could have been?"
"I'm sorry, but I feel useless. I can't do anything. Even organizing for the inspection worried Jolt and Ratchet," (Y/N) explains before crying.
"I told you you're overdoing it, and look what happened," Ratchet points out.
"I won't kick you out," Lennox assures her, "I wouldn't have agreed with Ratchet to let you work in the medbay. I think you need a week off."
"I agree, and Jolt will also have a week off to make sure you're relaxing," Ratchet adds, "starting tomorrow, you're staying here today."

Jolt's P.O.V.
It's a slow day, and I can be more of a visitor to (Y/N) than a doctor. Most of my day is spent with (Y/N). Ratchet continues the EKG and has her on a little oxygen via a nasal cannula.
"I'm bored and feel like I should be working," (Y/N) complains.
"You will in a week unless you don't rest."

With Lennox's help, I get some things from (Y/N)'s room, but I have Chromia pack a bag of clothes. I don't think (Y/N) is ready for me to see her underwear and bras. Glad she was wearing loose-fitting pajamas, and we didn't have to take her shirt off.

The next day

Ratchet lets me take (Y/N) to my room early this morning. I hope (Y/N) will want to move in by the end of the week.
"Sideswipe let us borrow his PlayStation four?" (Y/N) asks as she looks through the games Sideswipe has.
"Right, I told him I'd buy board games, then he said I could borrow it."
(Y/N) laughs before finding a game to play.

It's a nice three days before Ratchet comes by to make sure (Y/N) is recovering well. When he leaves, I tell (Y/N) the story of how I met Ratchet, and we became friends and partners.
"This is nice; I want to move in," (Y/N) tells me as we lay in bed.
"Good, then when you're recovered and moved in, I'll show you how much I love you."
Her face turns red as she rests her head on my chest. I hope the next four days go by slow— even if (Y/N) and I work together and she's moving in.