Jolt didn't spare him a glance as he carefully held his electric coils in place to boost Prowl's spark. First Aid clamped another peripheral energon line. "After you left to speak with Wheeljack about Prowl's optic, his pump pressure started rapidly decreasing to the point where his spark fluttered. Jolt used his coils to stabilize it, and I hooked a pump to his main vent with Perfluorocarbon. Acid is still seeping into his fuel lines somehow and is causing leaks throughout his protoform. I need your help. There's just too many!" First Aid was panicking by the end of his situation report on Prowl. He trembled and only his clamp was perfectly still. Ratchet didn't even take the time to sterilize his frame before jumping in to help First Aid and Jolt. Ratchet started cutting away every piece of armor that he could to make it easier to get to the bleed. Up to this point, First Aid had only cut the chest armor off. Ratchet didn't bother with the armor latches choosing to cut them off quickly instead of using a laser scalpel. "His Aorta and thoracic lines are hemorrhaging. Clamp above the leak and two finger lengths below. I'll weld the new line segment in."

First Aid did as asked. He struggled to clamp it a few times but ultimately managed to do as Ratchet had requested. The lines were brittle from the acid and the clamp would break the line in two instead of just crimping it a bit. Ratchet used his laser scalpel to cut an appropriate replacement line and lined it up to the clamped line. "We will need to check for processor damage when he's stable. He still doesn't have enough energon reaching it and with the brittle metal the welds take even more time." They worked in rhythm with each other until most of the bleeds had been sealed off. "I'm going to get Jazz. Prowl needs a transfusion with nanites."

There were still peripheral lines hemorrhaging, but it could be fixed just as well by First Aid. "Would you like me to put his armor back on when I finish these welds? He will not be happy seeing himself like this when he wakes up."

"The slagger can complain to me and the maker and I still wouldn't put those heavy, view-obstructing enforcer armor plates back on." If Prowl were able to complain, it'd be a good sign at this point. Neurological processing issues are almost expected now from the loss of energon reaching his processor. Ratchet went to collect Jazz.

First Aid continued his repairs until Prowl stopped leaking energon on the berth. He started to wipe the table around Prowl hoping to keep Jazz from stressing as much about his friend's condition. It's what he would've done before a family member came into the room at the University Hospital where he trained to be a medic. Wiping down the berth, he took a moment to reflect on Prowl's condition. His armor had lost its shine and a bit of color as his body chose to send its resources to critical areas. Prowl has a long way to go in his journey to recovery. First Aid had just finished wiping Prowl's protoform free of energon when Ratchet and Jazz walked in.

Jazz was in his room trying to listen to polyhedric music to calm his rapid spark rate down. Mirage had informed him about the events going on in the medbay as Jazz had asked him to. He gave up trying to do his reports. He was still heaps and heaps behind in filling them out but for this moment he couldn't have cared less. Jazz was antsy. He checked his notifications in his HUD to see if anyone had contacted him, again and again, just to be certain he didn't miss news about his friend. He lay down trying to close his optics and just focus on the music. No sooner than he had laid his head back did his door open. Ratchet was the only mech who could override his door like that. This was his first time using it. "Jazz we need your help. Prowl had some of the acids he was hit with seep into his lines causing hemorrhaging. He is just losing too much energon due to the bleeds." Ratchet shook in his head. "We've had him on an energon drip since he made it back to Iacon but we really require a donor so we can get him nanite rich energon. His body is so weak right now that his body isn't producing any." Jazz nodded and held his arms out thinking Ratchet was going to take it here and now. "Not here. Medbay. We need to take more than I'd feel comfortable leaving you here alone. You'll need to be monitored." Ratchet gestured to the door and they both briskly walked to medbay.

When they got to medbay, they could hear the monitors screaming trying to alert everyone in the vicinity that Prowl's fuel pump was failing. First Aid was already in the process of placing a line so he could hook a pump up to pump energon through Prowl's body. Ratchet silenced the alarms and then checked over First Aid's work. When he was satisfied with it, he turned to Jazz. "I'm going to move another berth in here for you to lay on next to him. We will need to take a good bit of nanites to replace the lost fluids." Jazz nodded his head, strangely silent. The social mech had nothing to say. He hadn't expected Prowl to look like he did. When Ratchet came collect him so he could donate nanites, he knew how dire the situation was just by looking at Ratchet. His frame was covered with Prowl's energon that he hadn't bothered to clean off, and he held his frame stiff.

Ratchet returned with a berth. Unlike where Prowl lay, this one had foam that molded itself around your frame. Ratchet had the headrest laid flat. When Jazz got on the berth, Ratchet pulled out a double-sided IV kit and started prepping a line. He cleaned Jazz's distal port and jabbed the Huber needle in it. After testing to see if energon pulled like it should, he put the other end of the line directly into Prowl's port. He added a small device on the line to give him a count of exactly how much energon flowed through the line and to alert him and crimp down the line once it reached a set amount. There was nothing left to do but wait.

Ratchet pulled a cube of medical grade energon from his subspace and left it on a table next to Jazz. "Drink that. Let First Aid or Jolt know when you run out. I need to check on other patients and fabricate a part for Prowl."

First Aid finished with Prowl, and eventually, it was just Jazz and Prowl in the room. Jazz reached his servo over and tightly held Prowl's. "I'm so sorry this happened to you Prowler. You aren't alone. I'm right here." He continued in a low voice "Remember the concert we went to last Vorn? Yeah, that was somethin. I spent many metacycles trying to find a band that would play something close to the Praxian music you listened to while in the Enforcer Corp of Praxus." The band had used small singing crystals grown on a portable table to make the bell like sounds in their music. It was a very soft music that could be played in the background of a room. "We sat towards the back of the viewing area because of your door wings being so sensitive to loud noises. I remember being so excited that you liked it. Nothing like having a friend join you for a concert. It makes me sad that there isn't much music anymore." Jazz continued solemnly, "One day Prowler. Maybe one day we can go do that again." Jazz noticed that he was starting to get lightheaded, and he was forced to let go of Prowl's hand. He drank the cube of medical energon that Ratchet had given him in one swallow. He commed First Aid to let him know that he was out of energon and First Aid returned with one almost immediately. First Aid took one look at Jazz and reached to the machine to have it crimp the line between Jazz and Prowl, but Jazz wasn't having it. "No, no no. I'm doing fine, mech. Ratch said it'd turn off on its own when it reached a certain amount. I want Prowl to get as much as he can." First Aid crossed his arms and made a face similar to what Ratchet would whenever a patient stepped out of line. Before he could even say a word, Ratchet zipped into his medbay like a tidal wave and crimped the IV catheter between his patients. Once he was satisfied that energon had stopped flowing between them, he stood tall and dared Jazz to say a word. "Please don't stop it early. I'm ok! He needs all he can get." Ratchet gave him the benefit of the doubt, but ultimately decided after a quick scan that Jazz couldn't safely donate anymore. Jazz was to stay overnight in medbay for monitoring. He didn't mind. He was happy to get to stay with his friend.

Jazz dozed on and off throughout the night. The sounds and lights in the medbay made it difficult to nod off and when he finally drifted away, a junior medic would come in and do a vitals check. Later on that night, Jazz heard a small groan and he was wide awake. He leaned up in his bed to look over at Prowl. Prowl's optics were dimmer than usual, but they were on. Taking care to silence the alarms and unhook a device that Ratchet had added to his upper arm while he was sleeping, he carefully slipped out of his bed to move next to Prowl. Due to the energon loss, Jazz was a bit slower than he normally would've been but he managed to drag a small stool to Prowl's side and sat down on it all in one motion. Prowl's fingers jerked as though he were trying to grab something. Jazz spoke softly trying not to startle him, "Prowl. Prowl. Prowler. It's okay! You're safe! Prowl." Jazz spoke soft reassurances to him and eventually Prowl tried speaking but couldn't.

Prowl tried to swipe his face with his hand but couldn't due to the restraints the medics had left on him so he couldn't accidentally damage himself when he woke up. Jazz spoke softy, trying not to startle Prowl, "Prowler? Can you hear me?"

At first, it seemed as though Prowl hadn't heard him or maybe didn't have the capability to respond. He mumbled low with static bursts interrupting his moans. He was in pain. Jazz decided to hit the call bell to alert the medics and climbed back in his bed to stay out of the way when they came. First Aid poked his head into the ICU. He was quick to understand what was happening with Prowl and injected an amber colored pain reducer into one of his IV lines. "Prowl? Are you with us?" When Prowl gave him no sign of responding, he continued, "This should act fast. We will let him rest for tonight but tomorrow, we need to back off on the drugs to access the condition of his processor." First Aid started checking Prowl's lines and monitors to make sure that everything was working properly, applied more nanite gel to Prowl's armor and moved on to Jazz. He flashed a disapproving look to Jazz seeing the discarded monitoring equipment and the IV. "You know Ratchet would have my aft if he caught you touching his monitors." Jazz just shrugged and then looked thoughtful for a moment. "Do you think he will be alright?"

First Aid gave him a small smile. "Of course. He's Prowl. He's tough. He will pull through. Have faith." First Aid gently pushed Jazz down to lay flat in his hospital berth and covered him up with a silver temperature controller blanket, turned down the lights to a soft glow, and left the room once more.