Lost & Found

Heavy Guilt

Chapter 106: Heavy Guilt
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Ratchet

"Ratchet get over here!"

The green medic came rushing over to assist First Aid in holding down the thrashing femme on the medical berth. "She just woke up and went ballistic! Slag!" The older mech cringed when the femme delivered a strong kick to First Aid's stomach, causing the mech to stumble backward in surprise before he returned to his position of ceasing the violent movements of the child.

"Woah hey! Liza! Calm down!"

With one servo on her lower back, Ratchet pushed down between her shoulder blades while First Aid held down her legs.

"Let me go! Get your filthy paws off me!" Ratchet quickly noticed that her optics were closed and assumed she was having a nightmare or was completely unaware of her surroundings and believed she was still in the servos of the Decepticons.

"Liza, look at me! It's me!" He lightly tapped her face to get her attention. "It's Ratchet!

Instantly, the femme froze before her optics flew open. "R-Ratch?"

I pressed more firmly against her shoulders when she tried to push herself up. "Do not move, Liza. You will only injure yourself more."

With a pained grimace, the femme eased herself onto the medical berth and carefully slid her arms in front of her.

"Shhh, easy now," Slowly, he stepped into her view and kneeled to her height, his servo moving from her back to her head. "You're okay." He then gestured for First Aid and sent a private message for him to prepare a small sedative.

Liza shifted uncomfortably at her position. "...W-What happened? Is everybody ok?"

"Everyone is fine." The medic reassured her. "You just passed out from the loss of energon."

Her optics suddenly grew big. "M-M-Megatron! I-Is he-"

"Megatron's dead, Liza. No need to worry about him anymore."

"H-He's dead?" She questioned with shock, raising her head slightly.

Ratchet nodded. "Yes," A tight smile pulled on the corner of his lips but he refused to show his relief or hope. Mentally he was jumping for joy at the mech's death. The Decepticon War Lord was no more! No more war! No more pain! No more losses! Just...a life free of worry. Well...Ratchet hoped so. "Your father handled him. We won't ever have to deal with him again."

"Really?"

He smiled softly. "Really."

She relaxed and rested her head on her forearms, humming softly at the gentle rubs on her head. "I still have nightmares of him." She admitted softly. "Not as much as before, but...he just continuously haunts my brain." Her arm slipped under her body and wrapped itself protectively around her stab wound.

"It's only a matter of time before you forget he even exists."

"You think so?" Liza grinned. "Ratch?"

"I'm here."

She blinked her optics and rubbed at them to force herself awake. "Where's daddy? Is he okay?"

"Optimus is fine. He's about to head under surgery in a bit."

"Ohh...surgery." Her optics suddenly flung open. "Surgery?! Is he okay? What happened to him? Did-"