Setting Sun (Transformers Prime Fan-fic)

Human Anatomy

*Bulkhead's POV*

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It had been ten minutes, maybe more, since (Y/N) fell asleep in my cab. The seats were still warm so her muscles can relax, as per Ratcbets orders. Agent Fowler was only a few minutes out, but....

Suddenly, her breathing was picking up and I could feel something leaking onto the leather of my seats. Panic fills my spark. "Ratchet! Her vitals! Check them again."

Said medic turns, aggravated. "Bulkhead's, there isn't anything we can do!"

I feel the anger in my spark rise. "Ratchet, she is leaking something and her breathing is erratic!"

This catchers the medics attention. He starts towards me, but the elevator opens just as he takes a step.

A dark skinned man with quite the gut steps through. He was wearing a suit and his gaze locks onto Ratchet's optics. As if picking up on the situation, he waves behind him and quickly moves down the stairs with two Medical personnel in tow. " I'll take it from here, Ratchet." He says in a gruff voice. "Where's the girl?"

Carefully, I transform and hold her in my palm. "Over here."

The three humans rush over swiftly. Just by looking at her I realize the leaking substance was her blood. It was starting to coat my servo from an opening in her side. I curse at myself for not noticing before.

I lower my servo and the human medics carefully examine her before turning to the suit. "We can't treat that here, Agent Fowler. We need to bring her back to base STAT!"

Agent Fowler nods and makes his way over. Cautiously, he lifts (Y/N) off my servo and holds her in his arms. He says nothing to us, but to the girl he softly speaks. "Can you hear me?" The girl's eyes flutter open slightly, and she hisses. Agent Fowler frowns, then turns to Ratchet. " Did you have no way of patching her up while you waited here?!"

Ratchet growls at the man. "I had never had a need to learn human anatomy up until this point, and no one here has the capability to treat a wound that small, Agent Fowler!" Said agent had already began making his way up the stairs carefully, but his face was still slightly angered. "Arcee has small enough hands. She could have at least tied something around it!"

Ratchet was losing his temper, and before I can step in, Arcee interjects. "With all due respect, Agent Fowler, we don't have anything in our possession to cover a human wound. No clothes, cloths, or bandages of any kind. All we could do was give her a warm, comfortable place to rest her spine as that was the main place of severe injury according to Ratchet's scan, not the wound on her side."

Agent Fowler huffs as he enters the elevator. "You prove your point. I will take her to the military hospital here in Jasper." Just as the door begins to shut, a large servo jams it, forcing it to open once more. "Just.... Keep us informed, will ya?" It was Cliffjumper this time, his worry evident in his voice and optics. Agent Fowler sighs, and Cliff removes his servo. The elevator instantly shuts, and I follow the elevator with my optics as it rises. I couldn't actually see it, but I could hear it.

Turning my gaze back to the rest of the team, I look at Optimus. He gazes back at me and nods ever so slightly. I take that as my cue and I turn around. "H-Hey, Arcee. How about a patrol?" She looks at me, then sighs. Turning on her heel strut, she walks towards the opening and quickly transforms. "We'll be back soon." She says, and Cliffjumper nods. "We'll let you know if something changes, alright?"

With that, I transform as well and follow the two-wheeler out of base, worry heavy on my spark.

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*(Y/N) POV*

My head was pounding. I could feel the light above me trying to pierce through my eyelids, so I keep them shut. Carefully, I raise my hand and gently search my head for the injury. I ignore the pain from the movement, only worried about finding the area of concussion. 

Suddenly, a hand lays on top of mine, and I release a startled gasp. My eyes fly open, but I quickly shut them and hiss in pain. The deep breath I took made my chest light up with painful flares, and I retract my hand to cover my ribs. "Ow..." I whisper before attempting to open my eyes once more.

Standing over me is a woman with dark hair and dark blue eyes. "Didn't mean to startle you, hun." She says, her voice soft. I blink a few times until I can see nearly everything around me. I was laying in a comfortable hospital bed in a pretty decent hospital. The woman above me, my nurse apparently, was wearing a yellowish coat over cyan blue scrubs. She checks the iv in my arm, then places the back of her hand on my head.

"Well, the fever has gone down. How are you feeling?" She eyes me quizzically, and I groan slightly. "L-Like I just got hit by a train...." I let a smirk dance on my face, with makes the nurse sigh. "Well, after that accident, I would say so. You're vehicle was totaled." Her face was grim for a moment, then it brightened. "Get some more rest. I will be back to check on you soon. My name is June if you need anything." Her hand taps next to what resembled a call button, and I nod slightly.

She smiles, stands, and makes her way out before shutting the door. I hiss at the pain in my back, and my side feels like its on fire. Reaching up once more, I feel the wraps on my skull until the pain spikes. I retract my hand quickly, finding the wound was right on the center of the back of my skull. Perfect place for a concussion, but not close to the spot that could make me lose my eye sight. This makes me release a sigh.

Until something sparks in my mind.

My eyes flash open, and I turn slightly to the side. Ignoring the pain, I reply what the nurse had said.

"You're vehicle was totaled."

No, no, no. That's not what happened. I was... I was...

Explosions

Yelling

Dillon

Jet

Blue optics

Optimus-

I shut my eyes, both hands flying to my head. It was pounding and I groan. Why couldn't I remember? Something wasn't right. It was as if the concussion I knew I had was creating a block in my mind. Amnesia if you will.

I gasp for air as the pain subsides. I shouldn't think about that. I should be worried about my parents. They probably are worried sick. I wonder how Dillon was if, we were indeed, in a car accident. However.... If we were in an accident....

Raising my hand, I press the call button, and a few minutes later, June walks in. "I was right outside when I heard them say you called. What's the problem?" I take a deep breath, ignoring the pain in my ribs. I needed to chose my words carefully in order to figure this out.

"Who.... Who else was injured? Are... Are they o-okay?" The nurse sighs and walks over, sitting next to me. "It looks like it was a hit-and-run. The other two are down the hall, but they are stable, so don't worry about them. Worry about yourself, alright?"

Two. Dillon and his gramps. That makes sense for half of what I remember, but something was still missing. I turn to face her once more, and ask one last question. "Nurse June, w-what hospital a-are w-we at? I w-want to l-let my parents now I'm okay..."

Her answer shocks me to my core, and I can barely hold back my gasp.

"We already tried to contact them, hun. I'm sure they know where the only hospital in Jasper is."

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A/N: soooo anyone figured out the timeline yet?

no?

gooooooooooooooooooooooooood.

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