Transformers Prime: Project Predacon

Trouble

The sun was rising and I had far to go, and all the time I needed to get there. It took me more than three times longer than what it took when I had led Predaking on, which I did deliberately. Optimus couldn't contact me and I could only contact him. I checked in a few times and each time I did he got more concerned, knowing I was injured greatly worried him and he knew I was getting more and more tired with every hour that passed. Finally, in the distance after almost an entire day of flight, I saw the Decepticon wreckage, relief flooding my system. I was tired and injured and energon deprived. I couldn't help that I was continuously leaking everywhere, and because of how consistent it was, my body naturally tapped into the extra energon reserves. I touched Optimus's mind once more as I neared.  

"I am here, Prime. Bring out your medic." I disconnected myself from him before he could respond, but off in the distance I could see the tiny, shiny bodies that were out and about. There was five in all, not that I really cared. 

When I was near enough to land, I couldn't have been more happier. It was a painful descent to the ground, my injury prevented me from safely landing. The Autobots stayed clear of me and I did not land with grace. I dropped to the ground, my legs giving out from my body as soon as my feet made contact with the ground. I flopped onto my left side, bearing my injured leg. I didn't dare move it and I knew it needed some serious tending to. Optimus and Ratchet approached, and I couldn't help a whimpering growl that came out, it was my natural reaction when I was injured. I wanted no one near me, but I was hurt. The two bots came no further than a few feet from me. Ratchet understood how I felt, and inspected me from where he was, scanning my body for anything more serious than my leg injury.  

"I'm not sure I can repair you like this, can you transform?" Ratchet had brought his only medical kit with him and I stared at him.  

"I cannot. I apologize in advance for anything that may happen, Ratchet. You may step forward, I think- I think it's safe now." I suppressed my instinct to lash out at the medic that stepped toward me. I didn't want Optimus near me and I almost snarled when he approached me too, but later realized that Ratchet could not do this alone. Optimus eyed my carefully for Ratchet, making sure that I didn't randomly start kicking them.  

"I'm not familiar with your body structure so it won't be easy to repair this. You'll have a nasty scar though."  

"A stupid scar to show how stupid and naive and young I am. I'll grow in time."  He began cleaning, that's pretty much all he did, just cleaning the wound out and inspecting it. He seemed to know which places to avoid and which to be extremely gentle on.  

"How does he know what to avoid?" I asked Optimus privately.  

"I've no idea. Ask him yourself, he knows." I watched Ratchet carefully scrape out broken armour and dirt out of the bite wound, craning my neck to try and see what he saw.  

"How is it you know what you're doing, medic? I don't understand. You know what is sensitive, tell me how." Ratchet said nothing, but rather continued to work like he didn't hear me.  

"I've been doing this longer than you've been alive," He began, not taking his optics off of what he was doing, talking and cleaning like he was a professional. "I acknowledge your pain, then just use that to assume where it would hurt the most. I'll try to avoid those places for now, but when I do get to those spots, you may want prepare yourself." He continued to scrape and clean and whatever it was he was doing. Optimus was pretty much a maid for the entire time Ratchet cleaned out the wound. He suddenly craned his neck, sticking his utensil deeper inside of my wound, causing me to growl warningly.  

"And," Ratchet paused, jerking his arm and ripping out what appeared to be a tooth from the bite, "It's kind of difficult to assume what hurts and what doesn't when you're a different species. I'm doing the best I can." He put whatever he had been using to clean down and observed his work. That's when he finally began to actually repair the armour that had been destroyed and was intact enough to actually be repaired.