Poisoned (BOOK TWO OF TRANSFORMED)

Chapter 11

Arcee's pov

Optimus and I are talking about what happened and the situation we ended up in when Smokescreen comes running in.

"Optimus, we have a bit of a situation." He says. I can see worry cross his facial expressions as he starts towards Bee's room. Is something wrong with him?

Optimus' pov

I get into Bumblebee's room and see that he's fine.

"What's the problem?" I ask, confused. Bumblebee looks up at me and points out the window. I walk over and see 4 vehicons sitting in the parking lot. I quickly run over to Arcee's room to make sure there aren't any outside of her window.

"Optimus, what's going on?" She asks, worry laced in her voice. I look at her.

"Deceptions." Is all I say before walking back to Bee's room.

As I enter the room, I see Bumblebee is trying to get up. I place my hand on his shoulder and give him a kind expression.

"You shouldn't be getting up yet, you're injured." I say and he slumps down a bit.

'We can't stay here though, they'll probably try something as soon as everyone leaves.' He says and I shake my hel- no, head.

"We're not leaving." I reassure him, but he doesn't look convinced.

'As soon as visiting hours are up, the doctors will ask you to leave. I doubt the cons will pay attention whether or not you leave the building, but rather to the fact that you're no longer in the room.' He states as he tries to sit up again. I sigh forcefully and rub my face tiredly. He has a point.

"I'll find Mrs. Darby to see what we can do." I say and Bumblebee smiles.

Smokescreen's pov

I look out the window as soon as Optimus leaves and I notice the deceptions climb out of their vehicles. They've got holoforms?! Fuck. I slowly reach into my pocket and grab out my gun.

'What're you doing?' Bee snaps at me. I look down at him.

"Do you not have eyes? Look out the window." I say and he rolls his eyes.

'Yeah, I saw that. And if the doctors here see your damn gun, you'll get arrested. They don't know what we are or who they are. If they see the gun, they'll think you're attacking me because there aren't any cons in here.' He explains. I mean, it makes sense but I don't put it away.

"Do you want your brains blown out or not?" I say as I cock the gun. He scowls at me but doesn't do anything else. I poke my head out the door to check for cons. I don't see any and quickly sneak across the hallway to Arcee's room.

"Bulkhead, get your gun out. The cons are coming in. They've got holoforms." I inform them. Bulkhead nods and grabs his gun. I quickly run back to Bee's room. I shut the door and lock it. I then move across the room to shut the blinds.

"Do you have a weapon? Cause if you do, you might want to pull it out." I say. He gives me a look and I realize that he obviously doesn't have one. Looks like I'll have to protect Bee. Honestly, I've never been more nervous about interacting with cons before in my life. It's kinda weird but, whatever I guess. I turn back to Bumblebee and see he's defensively holding a fork. They must've brought him a food tray earlier or something. I just laugh lightly before facing the door again. Suddenly I hear a commotion in the hallway. Yelling. It sounds a lot like Optimus. He must've seen the cons in the hallway. I inch closer to the door when suddenly a loud bang can be heard. That was a fun shot. People start screaming and I throw the door open. Optimus is laying on the ground, blood pooled around him. Mrs. Darby is on her knees next to him. I look up and see 2 cons heading this way.

"Scrap..." I mutter as I close the door again. I lock it and lean against it with all my weight.

'What's going on? Who was shot?!' Bumblebee asks frantically and I look back at him.

"One of the cons shot Optimus. I think he knocked two out already but there's two more heading our way." I explain and worry and sadness immediately crosses his facial expressions.

'Fuck.' He says and throws his blankets off. He grabs the bedside table for support as he tries to stand up. I can see his jaw clench in pain as he puts pressure on his leg. His knee buckled slightly and he stumbles.

"Bee, maybe you shouldn't be doing that..." I say, hoping he listens.

'No way. Optimus has been shot and those cons are probably right outside the room now. I'm not gonna be helpless on a hospital bed while you try to fend them off. It's not right. If they could shoot Optimus, they can most definitely shoot either of us.' He says as he starts to limp towards me. I'm honestly surprised that he's even standing at all but maybe it's the adrenaline. I can still hear a few panicked cries in the hallway but they're not as loud as before. I wonder how much closer those cons are now... suddenly, something bangs against the door. Shit. It happens again as the con tries to break through. Suddenly I hear a gunshot and I see the door handle loosen a bit. Well then... I brace myself against the door just before the con kicks it again. It moves open a bit but immediately shuts closed again because of my weight on it. Bumblebee moves next to the door and positions the fork in his hand so that the next time the door opens he can try and stab it at the con. Like we expected, the door got kicked again and while it's open, Bee shoots his arm through the door, the fork landing dead in the centre of the con's hand.

"Augh!" He cries as Bee removes it, before the door closes again. Suddenly it goes quiet. Bee and I look at each other.

"Think they retreated?" I ask and Bumblebee scoffs.

'Probably not.' He says. As if on cue, a bullet suddenly flies through the window on the top of the door, shattering the glass completely.

'I was wondering when he'd notice that...' Bumblebee says. The con takes my distraction as an opportunity to bust the door open and this time I fall back, the door swinging open completely. The deception takes a few steps into the room and glares at us both. Bumblebee  stabs the fork into his side this time and he curses, before turning to face Bee. The con pulls the fork out of his side and tosses it to the floor. Bee backs up a little, staggering as he does so since he has nothing to support himself. I quickly grab my gun and aim it at the con. I fire the weapon but just as I do, he grabs Bee and pushes him in front of him. The bullet goes through Bee's side and he just stands there in shock. He slowly looks down at his new wound and touches the growing blood stain with shaky hands. My hand flies to my mouth. Oh my god, I can't believe I just shot Bee. He slowly sinks to the ground as I feel tears welling in my eyes. I get up to move toward him but suddenly feel something rip through me. I look up to see the con holding his gun up. I look back down to where I'm now bleeding. Fuck this really hurts. My breath catches in my throat and the last thing I remember is seeing Bumblebee and myself being dragged out of the hospital by the cons.