The Words You Give

Forgiven

Prowl's p.o.v

"Ratchet, what is his status?" 

Ratchet groaned as he looked back at me once again, "Prowl, for the quintillionth time, he is stable." I growled, "but not online." Ratchet rolled his optics, "he will wake. Give the young bot time to recoup."

As I continued to grumble at the old bot Bumblebee stirred. "W-What?"

I pushed pass Ratchet to look at the yellow bot struggling to sit up on his berth. I wrapped an arm behind Bumblebee's back and allowed him to use me as leverage to get a good angle. Ratchet grunted as he got to Bumblebee's side. "Bumblebee, you should not be moving at all." The young bot groaned at the words.

"May I have a moment with him?" Ratchet sighed but nodded. "Do not let him stand. Sitting up is enough." I nodded at the orders. 

"Bumblebee, let me start. I am beyond sorry for the way I treated you. For what I did to you. You are a brave bot. I should be the one looking to you. I have never been one to have comedic relief, to not be so stiff. Being yourself, is a big part of being a bot in general." Bumblebee was once again listening intently. He gave me a small smile.

"Are you going soft on me now, huh Prowl? It only took an ambush?" I gave a teasing glare to the younger bot, "I wish it didn't. But yes, I suppose so." Bumblebee chuckled a little, but coughed a little. He clenched his teeth and tightened his optics shut. 

"Lay back down, Bumblebee. I will be right here."

"Softy."

Bumblebee drifted to sleep. A sense of peace resting in my chassis. "We need you Bumblebee. I need you. The only reason I am able to express such a soft side of emotions is because of you. For that, I owe you many of my friendships."