Charoite and Optimus had, for hours, sat in a waiting room at Medical Bay. Not only was Charoite excited for B to get his voice back, but she was nervous as well. The procedure, as the nurse had told them, was a delicate one. The doctor, after B was brought in, told Charoite and Optimus that the surgery would take up to six hours.
"You think they'll be done soon?" Charoite asked Optimus, who sat next to her.
"Probably." Optimus forced a smile. "I think it's been almost six hours."
"I hope he's okay." Charoite glanced down at her drink and realized she barely touched it.
"I'm pretty sure he is. No news is probably good news."
A nurse entered the room. "Optimus Prime? Charoite?"
Optimus stood up. "Yes?"
Charoite sprang up from her seat. "How's B?"
The nurse smiled and gave a nod. "B-127's surgery was a success. We're waking him up. You two can see him in a few minutes. I'll take you to his room then. We don't have to bring him to you right away, since we're not crowded right now."
Charoite and Optimus cheered and laughed.
"He's okay!" Charoite exclaimed.
"Thank you, Primus!" added Optimus.
"And thank you, Sentinel! Feels kinda weird to say that!" Charoite giggled.
A few minutes later, the nurse returned. Charoite and Optimus followed her to a room where B was lying in bed, his eyes wide open.
"Hey, guys!" B said slowly, his voice airy. "My voice is back! I missed hearing it, and talking with it."
"It's good to hear your voice again, Badassatron!" Charoite ran up to B and hugged him.
B weakly patted her back.
"Did you dream when they put you under? The only surgery I ever had was when I was already passed out!" Charoite sat at the foot of the bed.
"Huh, I wish! All I remember is being conscious, then not being conscious, then waking up," B's voice began to sound stronger.
"So, when did they say you can be brought home?" Optimus asked.
"They said they'll tell us," replied B, "I'm feeling stronger and stronger." B shifted his legs for proof.
A big red and white mech entered the room. "Hey, B-127! How're you feeling?"
"Awesome, Dr. Ratchet! I can talk again! There's a lot I've been holding in against my will! I mean, yeah, I had a tablet, but it got really annoying to keep writing, and—"
"—That's great! Before I let you go, I just wanted to give you your treatment plan, help your vocal component adjust to your system faster." The doctor held up a bottle filled with a transparent green liquid. The bottle had a row of equally-spaced dashes on it. "Drink this down to each mark once a day until its gone. Tastes pretty similar to energon; I'm assuming you've had it before." He gave B a mischievous smile and handed him the bottle.
"Thanks! Can they take me home now?" B sat at the edge of the bed. "I can do this now!"
Dr. Ratchet chuckled. "Yes, they can take you home now." He looked at Optimus. "You turn into a truck, right?"
"Yes, Doctor," Optimus replied.
"Well, I'd advise you to drive him home to be on the safe side."
"Will do. Thank you." Optimus transformed. "B, Charoite, ready?"
Charoite put her arm around B and walked him to the back of Optimus' truck form.
During the ride, Charoite and B stayed tightly cuddled next to each other, Charoite joyfully listening to B release his stream of thoughts.