Healed [Sequel to Burned](Transformers Prime)

Chapter Seventeen | New Plans

"'Cause mama I'm in love with a criminal,
And this type of love isn't rational,
It's physical,"

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"Dana!" Ratchet scooped up his charge as she ran to him, showing a surprising amount of care and affection as he assessed her and bombarded her with questions, noting her nose was broken, and her earpiece was still jammed into her ear.

Nurse Darby was called, Blastwave taking the moment to gaze around the establishment, noting the odd combination of primitive human and advanced Cybertronian technology. Megatron brushed past the Autobot bounty hunter while Chromia took off the Apex Armor, his mouth plates twisted in an unhappy expression.

"No word from Soundwave?" He asked.

Ratchet shook his head solemnly, setting Dana down. "None. But, Laserbeak managed to escape the battle and made its way back here." He gestured to the drone that laid on one of the work tables. "Why Soundwave didn't share his plan is beyond me, but he anticipated it backfiring. And it did."

"Soundwave is a mech of few words . . ." Megatron felt his legs give out, grimacing as his side tore a little more and energon leaked from his wound. "I'm fine," he growled when Ratchet went to lay hands on him, though his alert system said otherwise.

"Grab a cube," Ratchet instructed Chromia. "He's low on energon."

Blastwave glanced at Laserbeak, approaching the drone and carefully picking it up. He observed its make and twisted it around to get a better look at its design, as well as some clues as to where its master could be.

"Great," Fowler mumbled. "First a 'bot that refuses to talk, and now we've got another 'bot that can't talk."

"What?" Dana turned her head, grimacing as the motion caused pain. June was on her way to make sure her ear was fine, but until then she could barely hear out of it.

"Never mind," Fowler waved a hand dismissively. "Here, let me grab some wet paper towels and get you cleaned up before Nurse Darby comes around. Did they hurt you anywhere else?"

She resisted the urge to shake her head and cause more pain. "No. At least, not that I'm aware of."

"Here," Ratchet shoved the cube of energon in Megatron's face, making him drink. "You're running low. And that leak isn't helping anything." The doctor made his patient get on a berth when he was well enough to stand, grabbing a few tools and starting to re-weld the torn metal.

When he was almost finished Nurse Darby arrived, rushing to Dana's aid. Fowler stepped back to let the nurse do her work, throwing away the bloody paper towels for her.

"Nose isn't broken," June informed her, "but it is bruised quite badly. You will probably have some swelling there for a while." Once she was cleaned up she tilted her head to the side so June could see, the nurse grimacing. Pulling out a set of tweezers, she warned Dana it could hurt before she began pulling the damaged pieces of the ear-com out of her ear canal.

Her cries of pain drew the attention of the present Cybertronians, Megatron baring his denta.

"What are you doing?" He snarled, Ratchet putting a firm servo on his arm to keep him from trying to swipe at June.

"You're hurting her!" Chromia said, equally distraught.

"I'm doing the best I can in this situation," June snapped. "I'm almost done."

Dana bit back her whimpers, biting her arm when Ms. Darby took out the biggest and final chunk, blood and lymph cascading out of her ear. The nurse stemmed the flow as best she could, tilting Dana's head so it flowed out instead of pooling.