Lost & Found

A Slight Recovery

Chapter 107: A Slight Recovery
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"Easy Optimus." Both medics wrapped an arm around their leader's narrow waist and helped the large mech off the berth as he stumbled onto his feet uneasily.

Ratchet placed a servo on Optimus stomach to steady him when he leaned his weight onto him. "Careful."

"I'm alright, Old Friend." The medics, however, did not release their grip on him and held him as he took one step after the other.

After the Prime gained some sort of stability in walking, the medics decided to finally let him go but First Aid remained close by and Ratchet kept a firm servo on his lower back just in case.

"The children...are they-"

"They're fine." Ratchet reassured as he led the big mech over to the resting femme.

"Is she-" The Prime trailed off as his optics drank in the sight of his daughter while his fingers lightly traced the scars across her back. "H-How? Her wings...by Primus."

With the utmost care, the Prime carefully grabbed hold of the tip of her left wing and pulled it to inspect the tears and scratches that were in the process of being patched.

"She was taken hostage by Sentinel and he cut her wings apart to keep her from escaping." Ratchet gently explained, carefully watching Optimus' reaction. "At the moment she does not have proper muscle control but we are hoping that she will be able to use them after a few weeks."

Optimus gently ran his fingers across the soft material with a frown. "Is Bumblebee alright? Did he receive any injuries?"

"Nothing major." The medic answered. "Just a few scratches and dents that can be easily repaired."

When the femme shifted uncomfortably with a pained groan, Optimus slowly set her wing into his previous position and began running his servo across her scared back to soothe her. "Where is he?"

"He should be on his way. He wanted to me inform him when you were awake again."

The Prime turned his head slightly to face the medic. "Again?"

"Oh," The mech couldn't prevent a smirk from spreading across his lips. "Let's just say your children witnessed your behavior while you were 'under the influence'."

"Oh, good Primus," The Prime facepalmed.

"Do not worry, Old Friend. Nothing embarrassing happened minus your proposal to me and the wild accusation that I gave birth to Bee and Liza."

Optimus groaned and waved a servo at him. "Ratchet."

"I'm quite flattered that you think I'm beautiful."

"Enough."

"It's fine, Optimus." Ratchet laughed, patting his friend's shoulder as he walked past him to open the door. "Your secret is safe with me."

Optimus shook his head and returned his attention to his daughter, his servo still rubbing gentle circles on her back. He leaned down to kiss her cheek before rising to greet his son who nearly barreled into him.

:: Daddy!:: A little boy cheered.

The father allowed a grin to spread across his face as he pulled his son into a hug, glancing up to see the medics leaving him alone with his children. "Bumblebee."

The smaller bot hovered a servo over his healing arm. :: You have a boo-boo!::

"I'm fine, Bumblebee." Optimus offered his son a reassuring smile. "It's just a bit sore. No need to worry about me."