Wanted (Transformers fanfiction)

Chapter 5

I know it's hard, know it's hard

To remember sometimes,

My head is low as the surgeons lead me to my room. They are about to take out the tumor in my head - or the Decepticon tracking device. Optimus said it needed to be extracted fast or else Megatron will find out where we are, where the base is. It seems as though he cares more about everyone else instead of me. I'm the one they have been torturing. I'm the one who has to be poked around with needles. I deserve some sympathy.

  But you gotta keep your head up, oh

I look up, allowing the doctors to lift my body and set it on the surgeon table. They all offer me a smile, as they put on their masks and the others around them clean up their tools. The lights turn up above me.

and you can let your hair down, eh

"We're going to let you sleep now, okay?" One surgeon encourages.

"Everything will be alright."

You gotta keep your head up

***

I giggle as a few of the soldiers dance along side me to the "cha cha slide". They are all in uniform, and it ruffles alongside them as they move the way the music is telling us.

I am in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a sweater that tightly sits against my chest. But I am comfortable. 

"Zoe," I notice Ratchet's voice echo behind me. I turn to him.

"Yesss?" I mutter, setting my feet beside one another.

"Have you taken your prescribed medication today?"

I frown, looking around at the men still dancing around me. "No, I forgot."

"Why don't you go take it now that I'm reminding you."

I trudge over to the med-room, letting the nurse know why I am there and taking my medicine. The cold water from the fountain drips down my chin, and I wipe it with my shoulder sleeves. The nurse in the lobster patterned scrubs smiles at me, handing me a napkin and gripping onto the cup to set back down onto the counter.

"How is your head feeling today?"

"It's a bit sore, especially when I'm dancing around," I giggle, twirling on my toes.

She checks my scalp with a light, and I wince at the slightest contact. It's healing from what I hear, and it's feeling a lot better. And on another note, the voices are gone! Ever since I had the surgery, they haven't been speaking to me, and everything is quiet in my mind. I've been able to sleep again. 

Optimus explained to me that the voices were actually the Decepticons; another faction in the war they are fighting. He didn't know exactly who was speaking to me at all times, but he was positive bud #1 was a guy named Megatron. He sounds freaky. I am just glad he's gone. 

But I wonder if the doctors still think I'm crazy, and I hope now.  I don't have cancer, and I am not actually crazy! I'm 14 and I can start living again. Now I need to find my parents and tell them.

Maybe then I can begin new, right?