Ratchet's head spun. Knockout, still unconscious, was hooked up to life support, his cherry red finish scorched and barely visible under all the black; on the other hand, Optimus laid unconscious on the other medical bed, exhausted from the previous ordeal. Closing the recently-added curtain that seperated the two beds, Ratchet turned back to the patient more dire. Knockout's face was disturbed, stuck in a permanent half-scowl, half-smile. His eyes twitched, and he let out a pained groan.
"Yip Yip Yip, stay down. Easy, you've been through alot." Ratchet murmured, not sure the patient could hear him. Knockout let out another pained groan, and grew silent again. Suddenly, the monitor displaying his vitals started beeping rapidly, blinking red repeatedly. Knockout started shaking violently, his raspy breaths speeding up. As Ratchet panicked, trying to stop the noise, rapid beeping could be heard from the other side of the curtain. The overhead lights started to flicker, and groaning could be heard coming from Optimus. The ground shook violently, as a stumbling Smokescreen all but flew into the medical bay.
"WOAH! DOC! W--WHAT'S GO-O-O-OING ON!!!!!!!" He cried.
"And what makes you think I know!" Ratchet yelled, steadying himself against the wall. And as soon as the ordeal had started, everything was still, silent calm. Knockout's vitals returned to normal, and he was stabilized again. Ratchet listened to the silence for a moment.
"Smokescreen, go check on Optimus, while I make sure Knockout sustained no injuries." He said, and watched as he disappeared through the curtain. Suddenly, he heard a gasp, then
"Ratchet, um, we may have a problem."
"What is it...rah!" Ratchet exclaimed as he stepped through the curtain, and noticed that he did, indeed have a problem. All the other bots came running into the room at the sound of his cry.
"What! What is it?" Arcee asked.
"Are you OK, Doc?" Bulkhead asked
What about Knockout?" Miko said worried.
"Knockout it fine. It's Optimus we have to worry about."
"Why, what happened?" Bumblebee cried as Smokescreen walked out from behind the curtain, carrying something in his arms. A small faint voice arose from behind his arms.
"R-Ratchet, old friend. Is that you?"
Startled, Smokescreen dropped the thing in his arms, as it landed on the floor with a thud. As it stood up, everybody gasped.
Optimus had shrunk to the size of Miko.
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Sorry it's so short, I just thought this was a good way to end this chapter.
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~Knocked-Out~
FanfictionBeing the new bot in the team isn't easy, just ask Knockout. Being an ex 'con, it wasn't always smiles and dancing. But when an accident devastates the team, Knockout is put in a position not many are keen about. How will this change effect the team...