Transformers Prime: Broken Heart, Broken Voice (#1)

Chapter 9

*narrator*

People gathered around the girl, confused. Just awhile ago they were enjoying their moment with the scenery in Jasper National Park, when suddenly and random girl just falls unconscious in their path.

Everyone started whispering, unsure of what to do, except for one woman.

The woman bent down, to assess her condition. She checked the girl's neck for a pulse, as standard medical procedure, but it was very faint. She also noticed her injured leg, and she felt sick to her stomach as it was a grotesque mixture of red, blue and black.

"Richard, call 911 immediately," she instructed her husband. The man immediately whipped out his phone and he quickly dialled the number.

"911 what's your emergency?" The phone operator said.

"Uh, we have an emergency here. We are in the middle of Jasper National Park, and a teenage girl just collapsed in front of us out of nowhere. Her leg seems to be severely injured," the husband said while swearing profusely.

"Don't worry, sir. Help is on the way," the operator informed before hanging up. The man was relived.

Meanwhile, the woman remained by the girl's side, offering words of comfort. As the girl's eyelids fluttered open, she reached out, gently cradling her hand, urging her to conserve her strength.

"Don't worry, help is on the way," the woman whispered soothingly.

When the paramedics arrived, they got to work immediately, lifting the girl onto a stretcher, with two men on either side and carried her to the ambulance. Meanwhile, another authority spoke with the couple in more detail of what happened. The couple explained everything they could, while the authority thanked them and head back to the ambulance.

Once they reached the hospital, all medical staff were rushing her into an operating theatre, hoping to save the girl before it was too late.

*June Darby POV*

A shiver went down my spine as I hung up the call with Jack.

His best friend, Erin, had been kidnapped.

A twinge of anger formed within me as the autobots were supposed to be protecting her, but somehow allowed her to get kidnapped.

Erin was a good kid, with a good future, despite her disability. Even after her mother passed away, she still remained strong, and that's what me and my son admired most about her.

But ever since her mother's passing, Jack as been telling me about Erin's constant injuries, even that time she came here because of a large gash on her head.

How could I have been so blind to the signs, so deaf to the whispers of her pain?

The harsh reality hit hard. Erin's involvement with the Autobots made her an easy target. If she was actually hurt by Decepticons.

"June!" Barbara's urgent cry shattered my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. With a sense of urgency, she beckoned me towards a room, her frantic words sending my heart racing.

I entered the room and was met with a shocking sight: Erin lay motionless on the bed, her pale face and battered leg. Her leg, discolored with black and red bruises, drew my attention.

"Erin!?" I gasped, my voice catching in my throat as I rushed to her side, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch her. The sight of her lying there, so fragile and vulnerable, tore at my heartstrings.

"You know her?" Barbara asked me. I nodded.

"Yes, she's my son's best friend," I replied. Jack... I'd have to tell him that she was alive, but right now, all we can do is to save Erin first.

I turned to my colleague.

"What's the situation?" I asked her.

"Appears to be a bullet wound. There is a hole in the leg indicating the bullet fully went through. It might've shattered her bones and blew a couple of major veins and arteries, causing it to bleed out uncontrollably," she explained.

"You need to act fast. Prepare the operating room immediately," I instructed, even though it was not my place to say that.

As Barbara hurried to carry out my orders, I remained by Erin's side, my gaze fixed upon her fragile form. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor echoed in the silence of the room, a steady reminder of the preciousness of each passing second.

With practiced hands, I gently brushed a strand of hair from Erin's forehead, my heart aching at the sight of her pallid complexion. "Hang in there, Erin," I whispered, my voice barely a whisper amidst the hum of machinery. "We're going to get you through this."

Soon, I was ushered out of the room, because I am not trained to perform surgery, but I trust the operating team to do well.

I knew I had to call Jack and his friends to explain what had happened, but I was too nervous to even speak, and we aren't sure if she'll live or not. I also had to inform her father about this as well, but I think the proper authorities will take care of that.

After hours, the door to the operating theatre finally opened, and a surgeon walked out.

"How is she?" I asked, scared for the results.

The surgeon removed his mask.

"She's alive, but in critical state. The wound had unfortunately infected her leg, causing sepsis throughout her entire leg, but we managed to stop it from infecting the major parts of her body. We did that by amputating her leg, as it was the only way to prevent the infection from spreading. She also drifted into a coma. We don't know for sure when she'll wake up, but let's just be grateful she survived," he explained. I put my hands to my mouth in shock.

Of course, I was relieved that she survived, but I do not know if she will survive in this comatose state. And the fact that she had lost her leg had made this situation more dire than anticipated.

She would require the proper support, and I know that Jack, Rafael and Miko would provide it.

Even the autobots. I entered the room, and my heart ached to see her vulnerable state laying there.

I sat next on the chair next to her. She lay there, oxygen mask on her face, her heartbeat steady, her missing limb.

"Be strong," I whispered, holding her hand.