TRANSFORMERS: I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU

AN UNEXPECTED EPISODE

A/N: Be warned, there IS a scene of child abuse this chapter.

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CHAPTER 10
An Unexpected Episode

Scott felt like utter crap that morning, but mostly kept it quiet. It wasn't that he didn't want to lay down, but it was more that he didn't want the help. He'd gotten good at keeping it hidden when he lived with his aunt and uncle. Neither of them liked it when he was sick, in fact, most of the time it made them angry that they had to put extra work into taking care of him. So he smiled and sucked up all the pain that his stomach felt, even if he had the feeling that Bluestreak could easily tell that he was having a little trouble breathing. Nor the fact he had been coughing for what seemed like forever, for that matter.

Prowl, being the most astute of the two, was inevitably the one that looked over at him the most. No doubt he was suspicious about the fact that he mostly kept quiet and to himself. Which was because Bluestreak wasn't yet aware that the last time he tried talking too much, he had barely been able to speak. But as rough as the feeling was, he was not going to let it ruin their day. He was not going to have Bluestreak be pulled out of work to take him to see a doctor, he could handle this.

"Scott," The boy looked up as Prowl's optic ridge shot up. "Are you functioning properly? You seem to have perspiration everywhere. And you look very... Clammy as I think the humans call it?" Scott looked up and nodded his head, doing his best to perk up. "Youngling, I don't think lying is the best way to handle this. It was a rhetorical question. What is wrong?"

Scott looked at them, his eyes looking between the two mechs. Could they actually detect if someone was sick, and simply not tell from what? He wrapped his arms gently around his stomach, trying to keep his cool. "I-I'm fine," Scott stated, a belch following that made him quickly cover his mouth. "N-e-e-e-ever been better," He gave a thumbs up.

The mistake of removing the hand from his mouth was ultimately what gave him away. As the next thing any of them knew, a mixture of food and water was covering the floor in front of the human sized couch. He clenched slightly, whimpering, though the purging felt good, he also felt pain, and what's more he felt embarrassed now too. "Whoa!" Bluestreak mouthed, his eyes looking over at Scott. "Scotty, are you okay bud?"

But Scott couldn't have responded if he wanted to, he felt the world around him get dizzy, and breathing getting harder and harder. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he could hear as Bluestreak shouted his name, and for someone named Ratchet. What was happening, was he dying? He didn't know, but he sure felt scared. "Scotty? SCOTT! Stay with me, buddy," Bluestreak told him loudly enough that he could make out his voice in the haze. "Slaggit, Scott, don't pass out on me."

He could hear and see Prowl nearby too, what was happening? Why couldn't he breathe? Why did his chest hurt so much? All these questions flooded his head and kept his terrified long before he made out the sight of a green-ish yellow, older mech rushing towards him. The mech in question hovered over the boy, his scanners moving over every inch of him. "Bluestreak," Ratchet turned his head to him. "Are you honestly telling me you had no idea your ward had asthma?"

"H-He, I mean no one ever said!" Bluestreak panicked. "I thought he may have been under the weather. But then he started doing this, and oh slag Ratchet," He breathed out. "You have an inhaler right, or something?" He asked.

The medic gave the younger mech a look as if he were crazy, but quickly transformed one of his fingers He didn't have an inhaler, but he did have a device in his many supplies he'd stored in his transforming hand that functioned just as well. Soon, it had turned into a small, rounded cup like shape, that when looked through seemed to go through into darkness. "Scott?" Scott groaned. "I'm going to need you to breathe in for me. I know it hurts, but breathe in," He added.