TRANSFORMERS: I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU

THE BREAKDOWN

CHAPTER 11
The Breakdown

Scott was relieved that he was taken off of the face mask and oxygen soon after he woke up. What he was less stellar about? The fact that the base's CMO was so determined to see him before he left the care of the med bay. Even Bluestreak looked nervous, for reasons that the human didn't exactly understand whatsoever. He kicked his feet out silently, and kept his eyes towards the door. He didn't like doctors, in fact, they scared him, especially when it came to looking over the scars on his back and having to lie.

He tapped the side of the medical berth slightly, continuing to look up. The minutes ticked by in a seemingly endless loop. Where was this CMO? What was taking the medic so long? He was so deeply wrapped in his thoughts that when the door finally did open up, he barely registered that the older, greenish-yellow mech from earlier in the day had finally entered. "Alright, despite the strenuous circumstances," Ratchet grunted. "I was able to procure for Scott a prescription and inhaler to fit the levels of asthma I've detected in his body."

"Wh-h-h-h-hy do I n-e-e-e-ed that?" Scott questioned.

Ratchet looked at the boy, crossing his arms slightly. Bluestreak really hoped that Ratchet was going to be easy on the boy. But he knew that there was a good chance that this would not be the case, and therefore prepared for the worst. "Why?" Ratchet snorted. "Youngling, you don't quite understand, you were VERY close to offlining today. Without an inhaler, if an asthma attack of that magnitude happened again... You probably would not be as lucky," He explained.

"Scott, meet your new "pediatrician" and base CMO, Ratchet," Bluestreak nodded. "And what he's saying, in simpler terms. Is that you could very likely DIE if something that bad happened again and you weren't diagnosed," Scott's eyes widened, but Bluestreak waved him down. "Don't worry kiddo, you have now. And I can promise you I won't EVER let that happen," He explained.

"It had better not!" Ratchet replied sharply to Bluestreak. "You should have learned this earlier on! There were very likely symptoms that went ignored! You have to pay better attention to your charge," He used a wrench in his hand to hit him on the back of the helm. "You can get away with that now as you're a new caretaker but NEVER again!" He added, to which Scott couldn't help but giggle a little. "On that note, it's a pleasure to meet you, Scott. I knew your father well, but have never had the pleasure of meeting you until now."

Scott nodded his head a bit. "It's n-n-n-n-nice to meet you too," Scott replied. "S-S-S-So I'm pro-o-o-o-obably not gonna die?"

Ratchet smirked a bit, surprised that the boy didn't take his word for it. But, he reminded himself, this was a sparkling, and the last thing he was going to do was laugh. "No, the chances are very, very slim as long as you keep your inhaler and use it when needed," He explained. "Whenever you have severe trouble breathing, you need only press the button on the top and take a long breath as many times as needed. It should keep your airways as clear as they were with the devices I used today," He explained.

Bluestreak nodded, taking in the information as well as further pieces of information from the internet. No doubt, Scott was going to be using that inhaler when he needed to, even if he had to monitor the boy all the time. "I'll make sure he gets it. And if any other symptoms of other disorders come in? I promise to speak up quicker," He rubbed the back of his helm. "If only because I don't need a DENT in my helm."

"Oh suck it up you sparkling," Ratchet rolled his optics. "Now that we have that out of the way. There's something else I'd like to discuss with you," Scott looked up at him, surprise filling his eyes. "Scott, would you like to tell me how your back has so many marks it looks like an arachnid's web?" He questioned, his voice firm. "Don't worry I did not undress you, I simply did a full, very through scan that covered all your body. They are very hard to miss."