Transformers Prime: Memory loss

Before the dawn

Arcee remained in a stasis lock, her intake of air painful and weak. Each vent was a hassle for the blue femme and her spark burned like a rapid wildfire. Very slowly her optics onlined and opened, the glassy appearance  making it hard for her to see. The blackness and her wheezing vents told her she had been seriously injured and a humming of a machine also told her she was on life support. What happened to her? Why was she unable to move? Her mouth moved but a hiss was all that came out, a low moan following behind it. An orange and white blurr reached her glassy vision and her pain amplified even more. Her vents hitched as she spazzed and clenched the berth.

"Easy Arcee. I know it hurts." Ratchet's voice spoke faintly to her audio receptors. The pain was now ceasing barely and her vocalizer was a wave of static when she spoke.

"R-Rat..KTKTZ...Chet?" She breathe out weakly,turning her helm to face his busy moving body. Ratchet stopped messing with the IV in her servo to look at her. Her wound was leaking again and even more than before. Primus he did not want to lose her. Yes, what she did was reckless but it got them their leader back. He wanted her to know her mission was not in vain but feared that once she heard those words, she would offline.

"Yes, Arcee?"

"I-I-I tried....To bring......T-Tell Optimus I...Lov-" Arcee fell back into a deep stasis, her energy signal flatlining instantly.Ratchet grabbed his revivers and shocked her once,twice,three times. Nothing. The Med Bay became filled with the pitter patter of feet and peds alike. Bumblebee beeping sporadically while Miko tried to control her sobs. Jack kept screaming "Arcee!" while Ratchet tried to bring her back online. His revivers doing nothing. But still the determined old Medic kept trying.

"Come on Arcee don't give up on me now! We need you!" Ratchet called out his own vocalizer failing him. Just as he said that a very barely noticable faint signal appeared on the monitor. This was still not a moment to vent a sigh of relief just yet,as there was work to still be done. QUICKLY! Energon was pumped into her, the berth now barrelling  down the hallway. It stilled as a blinding light was aimed into her face-plates, Ratchet giving orders but could not be heard, her spark beat pulsing faster and faster. "OUT OF MY WAY NOW!" Ratchet snarled at whoever dared to be in his path. The shocking was sent into the blue femmes chassis again, optics flashing online then offlining again, her entire body dead once more."Not on my watch!" Came Ratchet's words as he pumped more energon into her and gave yet another powerful shock. Her body jerked harshly, her mouth compartment spilling over energon like Niagra falls.

"Is she alive?!" Jack yelled, shushed by Ratchet who began patching up her wound. His optics glared over at the newcomer, the one who just stood there away from everyone. Blaming himself, Optimus could not bear to leave her side. If it wasn't for her, he would be processor washed into thinking Megatron was his friend. Peace and everything he worked for would have been in vain. Why, why did he have to stab her in the spark, fractions away from the center. As of now he wanted her to heal and be better, to know she saved the team. That she saved him! Optimus kept thinking while Ratchet was slowly losing his bolts about her condition. "Optimus I can use a Servo over here ASAP!" Bulkhead said now helping the Medic with his shocking and patchwork. Sauntering over and staring in horror, he now realized how serious the wound had been. Exposed wires, ripped armor plating, energon lines squirting blue energon everywhere.

The gruesome sight made the leader's tanks churn sickingly. Primus what had he done? Arcee remained in a semi-stasis, losing her life so very fast. She heard them and pleaded in her mind, please, I'm not ready to die....Not yet primus.