Transformers Prime: My Wild Adventure (OC)

Old and New Wounds

-FLASHBACK-

A long time ago, back on the war-ridden world of Cybertron, the Autobot main hospital was crowded as ever with countless patients and doctors. In one particular room was Ratchet, who recently got thrust into their side against the Decepticons after staying neutral for years, busily trying to heal his newest patient. And that was Elita One, one of the few lieutenants of the Elite Guard.

"How b-bad is it, doc?" Elita-One coughed up Energon while resting on the bed. Ratchet was busy patching up her injuries with metal coaxers and his wielder. She was losing a lot of Energon and very fast.

"It's fine," he quickly bit his metal lip.

No matter how much skin he wielded together, or how much Energon he had to transfuse into her veins, the elite guard's lieutenant was slowly dying. For Megatron managed to fool the Autobots into trading hostages, only to then stab her in the upper torso with his massive arm blade. It went cleanly through her to the point where the warmonger's hands were only a foot away from reaching her back.

Ratchet did not want to believe it. He had to save her. Of all the patients, this was the most crucial one he ever took care of. Her death could spiral the Autobot army into disarray. She was too good to be one with the Allspark.

So why was she dying? He wielded the wounds together, transfused all the lost Energon into her veins, and helped give her medicine. And yet her vital signs were slowly dropping. Her spark was slowing down, already strained.

But he was determined to save the lieutenant of the elite guard. He will not let Megatron be seen as some god of war and destruction. Any injury can be treated and cured if fixed properly.

"I need some assistance in here, now!" He exclaimed into the hallway.

"Doc, am I dying?" She wearily muttered aloud.

"No you're not, lieutenant," he frowned before pulling up every kind of scan on her wounds. He was getting more and more desperate every passing second. There has to be something wrong with the system- there has, no, no he did all he could, but why was she dying?!

A new realization soon came to him. Just as he realized, a small buzz sounded. The monitors said that Elita was on the verge of death.

"No no no no," he shuffled to activate the internal body scan. Just as he clicked it, the answer lay before his optics. He forgot to patch up the internal leaking.

But the blade pierced through one of her vital storages. There was no way it could be fixed, for a single miscalculated step could be fatal; but so was letting it bleed dry.

He had to try.

"Doc," she watched the concerned look on his face and the monitor screens. Her voice was more faltered than it was three minutes ago.

"No, you're not joining the Allspark. I won't let you!" Ratchet clenched his fists before screaming into the hallway for assistance. Just as he finished, several Autobots hurried to the room.

"It's okay, doc. There's nothing-"

"I order you not to say that, I will heal you!" He was already pleading to Primus mentally for some kind of miracle.

"I'm sorry," she muttered before her blue optics dimmed rapidly and then closed, "I should've listened..."

He was already shaking. This can't be happening. He readied the wielder and thrust it into her wounded storage unit and began to patch it as fast as he could.

There was a shout. He felt someone tug his shoulder to get out of the room. "I can heal her! She's not dead-"

"You're dismissed, Ratchet, we'll take care of her from here." The growl from Ultra Magnus roared into his audio processors.