Pieces (prowl x jazz)

Chapter 3

Later that day jazz didnt show up for work. He called in sick. Prowl looked up at the clock in the meeting room. He needed to go see jazz, figure out what was going on, and help jazz through it.

As prowl was thinking these things red alert burst through the door interrupting the meeting. He had a look of pure horror and pitty as he looked up at Optimus. (jazz is Optimus's son in this.) red alert looked down and shuffled his feet. Then he spoke.

"Optimus... Sir... Jazz is..." He trailed off. Optimus looked at him; worry easily noticeable on his face.

"Jazz is what, red?" Optimus asked a little scared of the answer. Prowl watched the two carefully.

"Jazz is in the hospital..."

Prowl's heart sunk.

Jazz. His jazz was in the hospital.

"He did it again..." He heard ironhide mumble and look at Optimus and elita with pitty. "How long have you known he's been doing it Optimus?" Ironhide asked strictly.

"I thought he stopped when he first ended up in the hospital for it. He was on medication..."

"Well now we know he hasn't been taking his medicine dont we!" Hide yelled shooting up from his seat hands flat on the table. He turned to prowl. "And you. Did you know about this?!"

Prowl shook his head. He was scared, fearful, and most of all...

Hurt.
-later at the hospital-

Jazz didnt tell him about this for some reason and he wanted to know why. Why was jazz hiding things from him. Especially this. What did he think he'd accomplish leaving this a secret.

Prowl looked up as jazz stirred a little in his sleep. He what he'd jazz like a hawk as he sat up and looked around. When he noticed he was in a hospital room he layed back down and covered his face with his bandaged arm. He let out a breath.

"Yea you fucked up."

Jazz shot up from the sound of prowls calm voice. He looked away from prowl as he saw the disappointment on his face. That disappointment soon turned to anger as prowl slammed his fist down on the table beside his chair. Jazz jumped and turned toward prowl.

"WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS!!!" Prowl screamed. Jazz flinched and looked away. He bit his lip as a tear slipped from his closed eyes. As soon as that tear hit his hand another followed. Then another, and another, until soon jazz was silently sobbing. Prowls face softened a little as he saw jazz. He looked broken. He looked nothing like the jazz he knew. Thats what prowl wrapped his mind around though. The jazz he knew wasnt jazz. That wasnt THE jazz.

This was jazz... The real jazz...