Falling Apart

A soft sniffle echoed throughout the medbay.In a dimly lit office sat The famous CMO, The medbay was deadly silent. Nothing moved, Nothing made a noise. The medic snuggled again as he buried his face into his trembling and aching servos. How many times did he have to see his comrade laying deathly still on a medical berth? How many more deaths did he have to witness? How many more will die? The CMO didn't know and yet here he is. Withering away silently because he can't speak up, Because he can't help everyone, Because he cannot afford to lose anyone else. The Medic sighed wearily as a new fresh round of coolant came running down his cheeks.

He took his servo away from his faceplates and curled it up into a fist. He slammed it down on his desk as the desk shook from the impact. "Damn it!" The medic yelled out, This was all frustrating. His oldest friend and lover sacrificed himself for Cybertron, and Ironhide died in battle. The twins were nowhere to be seen. Wheeljack had sectioned himself off elsewhere to experiment. Perceptor was busy isolating himself. Rung was outside Ratchet's office, listening as the CMO was breaking down, Rodimus was busy drinking. Swerve was busy serving high grade. Whirl was busy drinking with Rodimus. Magnus was filing reports. Megatron was busy commanding.

All those deaths, The ones he couldn't save surrounded his helm. Why couldn't he be left alone? Why couldn't he be at peace? Why did he have to outlive all those he cared about? What was going on? Ratchet didn't know. He wished he did however he's useless, He's decaying with age, Withering away as he sobbed in his office. Mourning of those he had lost, Those he. Ares about we're finally at peace with the Allspark. Why couldn't he be at peace with the Allspark? Why couldn't he just be offlined already? There was nothing Ratchet could live for. Not even a purpose, Why did Primus have to give him the ability to live? What was the point in living if those you care about just perish anyway?

Why was he given a purpose? Why could he patch everyone else but himself? Why did everyone else leave him? Another growl escaped ratchet as he gripped the table for dear life. A shirt orange mech had appeared right at his side. Ratchet couldn't remember when the smaller mech had walked up in here. He was too exhausted, mentally and Physically to even care anymore. Rung had hugged the medic, Ratchet grumbled something. For now, For the first time in ages did he feel at peace. Though that feeling soon faded away into a distant memory.

"All of that...Was fake?" Ratchet muttered as he stood by the railing of the well of allsparks. Ratchet's face was blank as coolant could be seen on his faceplates. "Rung..? Optimus..? Ironhide..? Sideswipe and Sunstreaker? Damn it!!" Ratchet growled in frustration. Of course, his mind had to tease him, Had to play him like a game. Now he was alone. All those he cared about are either offlined or elsewhere on Cybertron. Now he couldn't even be saved now, no one would care, would they? If even if he jumped? Ratchet shared a chuckle of emptiness by himself. He let himself fall backwards into the well of Allsparks, Now he was falling to his death.

Perhaps now he will be able to find peace, he couldn't help himself because he puts others first, He couldn't recover mentally because everything's as fresh. Now he was falling as memories faded altogether. Now he was truly falling apart. Now he can't keep himself together because he doesn't know how. He was withering away as he fell to his death. He can't keep himself together anymore, Everything was a blur. "Ratchet!!" A voice yelled, Ratchet couldn't get make out who it was but it sounded awfully familiar. He doesn't know anymore as a Figure grabbed onto him. Who jumped in after him? Why was he worth it? He wasn't even worth the energon that was wasted on a medic who couldn't even fight. Next thing he knew he was joined by another figure.Though this time he wasn't falling but...He was rising..?

Ratchet looked to see Rung was Gripping onto him as a Predacon named Blaze had lifted the pair of mechs up out of the well. Maybe this wasn't the end...Maybe it wasn't his time...Why did anyone care about him?  who would want a worthless medic? he couldn't keep himself together. Ratchet wasn't anything special...What made him special? What made him worth the time and effort? Within a few moments, they landed back on the ground of Cybertron. Blaze curled defensively against the two other mechs, Rung tightened his grip on the old withered medic as Ratchet sobbed, his frame twitched and trembled with each sob before he ran out of coolant to cry. "Shhh...We have you now...Let it out.." Rung said softly before Ratchet fell into an endless void of recharge for the first time in days. Neither mech left Ratchet's side. Not in this state anyway.

Perhaps now everything would be alright...Maybe he would feel loved? Maybe...Just maybe he will feel worth living. Maybe he would be worth being the CMO, Perhaps he can open his clinic he had years ago. Perhaps he will finally feel whole again.