Transformers ( Bayverse ) - I Bleed Into Darkness

36 - Dirty Talk

        “Don’t let me slip away from you,” Fay murmured, a small groan escaping her as she turned herself over. Optimus watched her and where she lay in the grass of the field. He’d returned her to the grounds of the institution Fay’s mind had created, but only to the spot where he’d seen her before she’d taken off. He was hoping that the spot would cause Fay to assume that what had happened was little more than a dream. In truth, that’s really what it was, but in her current state, it may as well have been the harshest reality the world could have to offer. In this comatose state, the lines between truth and fiction were blurred to the point that Fay couldn’t tell the difference.

        It was a dangerous situation when she was surrounded by such a vast amount of threats that were lurking around each corner. More so when the other residents were illogically tied to Fay. While the Autobots couldn’t pinpoint it, nearly every single figure that walked the halls of the building was somehow connected to Fay. Each one held a small bit of essence of her spark. It was a confusing situation, one that the medic couldn’t give an answer for. And the fact that Ratchet had no solution made it even more nerve-wracking.

        “Can’t let her go,” Fay muttered, shifting her weight again, still in that half-conscious state. Slowly, her hands gripped the grass, the soft blades pressing against her cheek. “Can’t give up . . . I can’t . . . They’ll take me . . . Dad . . .”

        “Filly,” Optimus called gently, his hand nudging Fay’s shoulder. With a groan, she opened her eyes, the sun, even though it was currently concealed by a large cloud, was irritating to the sensitive organ set in her head.

        “Ow,” she muttered, trying to shake the pain away, trying to will it away from her mind. “Optimus? What’d you hit me with? I thought you were going to get a water bottle . . .”

        “I did, Filly,” Optimus told her gently, handing her the hard plastic bottle, the water inside nearly lukewarm at this point. “I apologize for the temperature. You were asleep when I arrived. I did not wish to wake you if you were truly that tired. Are you feeling all right?” He tilted his head, watching her cautiously, wary of some deep change occurring in her spark. Perhaps she would be fine. But perhaps something was irreparably wrong.

        Fay ignored his questions for a moment, taking the water bottle and drinking from it greedily. Fay was still dehydrated from her excursion, though she hardly remembered exactly what had happened. The memory had become fuzzy and unrealistic, enforcing the idea that it had been little more than a dream. It worked quite well for Optimus and his hopes to keep her from questioning the fact that her shin was broken.

        It was something that Fay just now remembered. She nearly sprayed the water out of her mouth and out of the ground. Even though she tried to stifle the reaction a bit of fluid still dribbled out and down her chin, Fay nearly coughing from the reaction. “My leg!” She shouted, her body visibly tensing as she tossed the water bottle down, quick to inspect her shin. Rather than finding a large, protruding mass covered in a bruise,  Fay found it to be utterly normal.

        “What about your leg?” Optimus asked kindly, feigning innocence to the situation. It bothered him to do so, but he knew that she was panicked for the time being. Later, quite possibly much later, he would explain the truth of the matter to her. For now, she would believe that the injury was no more than a dream. It was better that she believed that little of it.

        “What . . . What happened?” Fay asked, looking at her unharmed leg over and over, expecting the injury to resurface. “It isn’t possible . . .”

        “Farrah,” Optimus assured her gently. “You fell asleep. When I returned you were passed out on the ground.” That last statement was the truth, at least. “I apologize if you experienced a poor dream while I was away. I didn’t wish to wake you,” he repeated, hoping he wouldn’t have to say much more for her to believe him. The Prime wasn’t fond of having to hide the truth from her. But it was the medic’s orders. Fay had to believe she was awake for the time being.