Hit and Run (BumbleBee x Reader)

An Apple a Day

 A grunt, a beep, a footstep. A groan, a beep, a huff. A whine, a beep, a click. Over and over the same sound repeated itself. One was rather galling, and the other was rhythmic, calming, to say the least. Louder and louder they got, getting more focused, more into view. The faint moans sounded as if from a man, probably in his later years and in pain. The soft beeps sounded familiar, it was right there and yet it was confusing. And all of the other sounds were random but seemed to be coming from one source. A doctor, maybe? 

Men in pain.

Strange beeping.

And a doctor.

Tired, frightened eyes shot open. Shooting to every inch of the room. To the walls encasing them, to the tile floors below them and lastly, to the arms and legs in front of them. Breath picking up, a shaking hand slowly started rising to move to the other. A soft hand just barely brushing up against its twin, moving up to the wrist. Pushing the index finger up to the end of the palm, you felt for something, anything. You waited. Not daring to close your eyes, as if it wasn't real. Holding your breath, you pressed harder. And it was then that you felt bump after bump.

Scrapping your fingernails sluggishly up your left arm, your fingers felt the small needle sunk into your skin. For a moment, you sat there, entranced in your own thoughts. Fingers just skimming the tube coming out of your arm, you tried to remember what had happened. 

You remembered Sam and Mikaela falling, BumbleBee catching them, and then... Oh. Right. Slowly starting to close your eyes, you counted your breaths. 

 One. You were calm, everything was alright. Two. A slight twitch in your eye, the pain ever so slowly creeping in. Three. An itch, you reached your hand to your face. Four. Panic; it hurt. Five. You opened your eyes, the room around you becoming real. Six. How long were you out for? Seven. They hurt you... Eight. They hurt him. Nine. They took your friends. Ten. They took BumbleBee.

One hand shot to your upper forearm, feeling up and down for only a slight second. Finding what your fingers were searching for, you gripped onto it, counted to five, then ripped the IV out of your skin. Scrunching up your face at the slight pain, you listened as the beeping from the EKG started to pick up. 

Sitting up, you let your legs swing over the edge of the bed, just barely scraping the cold flooring. Putting one hand on either side of yourself, your head fell as you closed your eyes.

"God..." You breathed, "How long was I out for..." Wondering was all you could do right then. With not knowing the slightest clue as to where you were, or where your friends were for that matter, you felt defeated. Slowly starting to open your eyes, you glanced up to the beeping machine. A set of small white, yellow and green dots made a line, dropped slightly, jumped, then dropped again. It's rhythmic patterns caught your eye, entrancing you in your own thoughts.

It was as if, just hearing that you're still living, being able to hear your own heartbeat, made everything stop. It made everything real. It wasn't that you weren't aware of the things around you, not in the slightest. It was the fact that everything around you was distracting you, distracting you from your own life. It was funny that just by hearing a simple beep countless times, could change how you make your next move.