With All My Spark → Transformers

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*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

For the past hour or so I had been sitting in this damn hospital. I hadn't seen him yet, but I was just told, or Ironhide was just told, that my very distraught father had to fill out a bunch of paperwork before we could leave. From what I knew about this type of situation, it was most likely discharge papers and insurance papers concerning bills and such. Thankfully, I had a good amount of money from college and my job saved up. I refused to let my dad pay any of these hospital bills. Whatever insurance didn't cover, I would take care of and I didn't care what he had to say about it. It would be the least I could do after he took care of me for nineteen years.

By now, majority of the Autobots were here, aside from Bumblebee who was with Sam, and Optimus and the Wreckers who were already on their way back to Chicago to help with the major clean up process that would take quite a long time. I wondered why more of the Autobots weren't with Sam, but then I remembered that Sam was nowhere near as close to all of the Autobots as I was; that explained why I was so torn up when Jolt, Que, Mudflap, and Skids were killed and being here because of my mom's and my sister's murder was just the icing on the cake.

I hadn't talked to anyone at all and I had actually managed to stop crying, but I just felt so numb that I couldn't even cry anymore. As soon as I found a waiting room, I ran in, wasting no time at all to lay down on the fancy little couch they had in here, so for how ever long I've been here, I'd just been laying on Ironhide's lap, staring at the beige-colored wall in front of my face. During this short period of time, I've had Dino, Sideswipe, and Ratchet check on me, but like I said, I haven't spoken to anybody. I do remember Ratchet telling Ironhide that he was worried about my state of mentality before he left, but oh well. This sort of thing kind of happens when someone loses two of the most important people in their life.

I listened closely as the waiting room door opened, but I didn't dare look away from the wall. Oddly enough, I had been concentrating on this damn wall so hard that I could very faintly make out the brownish-reddish minerals they used to pack the cement together. I frowned, though, when my view of the wall was obstructed by a body or four at the most. For the first time in I don't know how long, my eyes shot up to meet the faces of Sam, Carly, Bumblebee's holoform, and my good friend Mikaela Banes. Had I not been in such a state, I would probably be pondering over why Mikaela was with Sam and Carly. I was almost certain it had to be awkward as fuck, but whatever. That wasn't my business.

Sighing, I twisted around so that I was now looking at Ironhide's shirt, concentrating solely on the material. I could feel him rubbing my back in a comforting notion with his hand, but I found no comfort in this situation. It just wasn't possible.

"Azalea Grace," I heard Sam say from behind me.

"Good luck trying to get her to speak. She hasn't spoke in two hours," Ironhide told him.

I mentally groaned. So, I'd been here for two hours instead of one? All I wanted was to see my daddy and go home. That's all that I wanted.

I felt my legs being lifted and then there was a weight on the small couch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bumblebee playing with my shoe strings, a small frown on his face. Another thing I wondered is why they weren't with Sam's parents. I was almost certain that the well-being of his parents should be his main concern at this very moment. If anything, I was irrelevant to his situation.

"Shouldn't you be with your parents?" I heard Adalyn ask.

"Yes, but they insisted that they were well enough for us to come over here. They care about Azalea too and are more than upset they can't be here for her or even Will," Sam answered her. She sniffed and I frowned.