Galaxy Eyes 💫 𝘖𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦

Chapter 10: Transcendental

"I know I hurt you and I
I don't deserve you but don't leave me, leave me
Took you for granted but don't
Don't leave me stranded here, I need ya, need ya
It's a long way down
If I fall without you
I know I hurt you and I
I don't deserve you but don't leave me
Don't leave me now!~"
(Don't Leave Me Now - Lost Frequencies)

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The carers of the wounded who ran the establishment had banished him from the room while they tended to Venus, allowing Optimus to test how much anxiety his vastly littler new body could afford before it would eventually falter.

So far he'd measured a considerable amount welling up within his fleshy confines.

The bulky man lingered unsteadily out in the pearly hallway, not completely abandoned to work through the resumed wait alone. Charlie Watson sat quietly upon one of three conjoined seats lining the left wall, right leg bouncing up and down in consistent twitches. Ben Knight paced the immediate area around them, unnerved, skating in front of Optimus before returning past his back once he reached the exit doors.

The silence was telling and empty. Optimus was already worried beyond measure. The lack of comfort or optimism from either human confirmed they had succumbed to just as much despair as he.

Venus had awoken, she'd appeared to be fine?...

But those pained shrieks rattling out of her... he could still feel them shudder through the framework of both his current forms.

"Could shock have ailed her?" Prime considered, posing the theory with a stiff turn to face his company. The concept that he, in any way, could have worsened Venus' condition set fresh dread sinking into the skin of his new face.

"I intended this form to be of comfort to her.... Yet she appeared to be distressed. Do you think she disapproves?" Paired with his low tone and the glassy nature of his eyes, the sight was like that of a small child admitting to wrong doing.

Charlie and Ben exchanged a look that screamed not to let him feel at fault.

"She banged her head, and they said her ribcage isn't looking too good either." Charlie relayed delicately. Plainly so, he noticed, to spare him suffering by blaming her existing incapacitation.

Sadly, her efforts were meek compared to the self berating subroutines, bleeding out to submerge any positive notions like knife wounds slashing thoroughly enough to drown his processor in guilty waves.

Images of her fated descent were unshakably ingrained. Along with whispers of her screams still rattling around in the human variant of his audio receptors.

Now, when he'd finally had her within reach, he'd been utterly and painfully ineffective.

"Either way, the fault lies with me."

Another set of looks flew between the humans. Dripping in sympathy and yet as unable to do anything helpful as the Autobot leader.

There was nothing else much to be done except await a visit from one of the doctors for an update. Eventually Charlie had the initiative to suggest he take a walk, go clear his thoughts.

Leaving her in such a condition was by no means ideal, but his small current form it seemed did not do well under stress. Right now, the entirety of his limbs were seized rigidly with the likened intensity of rust damage to motor gears. If he were to be of benefit to Venus, he needed to recompose himself.

Exploring what were to Cybertronians, miniature structures the humans inhabited was something that had previously fascinated him. Currently he did not have much spark for walking the halls for pleasure.