𖨆 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘹 !𝘔! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𖨆 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖤

TFP spark failure [ratchet](rw)

A spark that doesn't beat

Warnings
Mention of death
Mention of needles

(Human to cybertronian)
(Male reader)

M/n pov :

Looking at the window the sky a bright beautiful blue very few clouds in the sky, but sadly no sun was in sight, as it was seen on the other side of the hospital, a place where I couldn't go no matter what. Shifting around in the hospital bed where I slept every night, it was uncomfortable but better than nothing, sighing as a nurse walked in wearing gloves, mask, plastic gown and what looks like gum boots.

Nurse : good evening m/n how are you feeling

They said, their eyes crinkled as if they were smiling as they changed the fluid bag.

"It's been decent, the usual."

Nurse : well I'm glad to hear that, in 10 minutes a person will come in to give your daily shot

"Alright"

Nurse : do you need anything

"Water and lunch"

Nurse : alright I'll get those after your daily shot

"Alright thanks nurse"

They nodded leaving the room closing the curtain and door behind them. Soon after another person walked in wearing protective plastic gear, she came in with a cart with empty viles rows of different soft colors.

Injector : hello m/d I'll be giving your daily shot

She grabbed the necessities, walking over to me without question I put my arm up, she was quick to gently hold it finding a vein sanitizing the area.

Injector : it'll feel like a small pinch

It was more than a pinch no matter how many times I could never get use to it, but it was only for a moment when the needle was pulled out of my skin

Injector : that'll be it, I'll see you
m/d

She threw the used needle into a box where all used needles go to be thrown away.

Sighing as I stood at the window the cold floor making me shiver when coming in contact, looking out the window watching as the moon come up, smiling to myself as I opened the window open feeling the cold breeze hit my skin it was refreshing, only if I could walk the streets again to visit my spot in the forest the perfect spot to stargaze but that wish could never come true.

Turning around facing the bare white room filled with machines, a couple chairs that always stayed empty, hearing beeps every second and whirrs that showed that machine was alive doing it was made for, to keep me alive.

Laying back on my bed, staring at the white ceiling, feeling drowsiness take over my body, gladly inviting it with open arms before I knew I feel asleep, feeling my body become weightless, then as if someone was pushing me in cart.

Opening my eyes seeing the familiar  stars, and planets, the galaxy was blue, red and white,

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