Setting Sun (Transformers Prime Fan-fic)

Tracking

Play it cool, relax. Calm down and think.

I try to steady my nerves, but the monitor attached to me devices my feelings. The nurse looks at it in worry, then back to me. It was beeping rapidly, showing my heart rate increasing. She places her hand on my arm, and tries to comfort me. "Everything will be fine. I'm sure they are okay. Try to calm do-"

"I-I don't l-live in J-Jasper, ma'am."

Her eyes widen, and she tilts her head. "Where do you live, sweetheart?"

I think quickly, however what comes out ends up the truth. "I-I live in T-Texas, Nurse June."

Her eyes widen, and she squeezes my arm. "I am sorry, sweetie. I will see what I can do to get you home soon." She gives me a soft smile before leaving the room. I watch her leave, then gaze at the table next to me. I spot my phone and I slightly reach for it. Grunts escape me, and I release a victorious sigh when my hand wraps around it.

Laying back against the bed, I place my finger against the back button and smirk as the screen comes to life. A few cracks liter its once perfect screen, but otherwise it was fully functional. I take a deep breath, and shutter in pain as my ribs ache. Multiple texts were waiting for me to answer, and I growl. 

Most were from my mother, a few from my father, brother, and many of them from my friends.

All dating back to nearly three days ago.

I can hear the heart monitor pick up speed again, and I desperately try to steady my breathing. I open the first one, from my mother, and read them all. She was worried, and truth be told, even that was an understatement. The last one confirms my suspicions.

:Honey, I got with the police, and they said you were found in Jasper, Nevada! We are on our way there now. Please tell me you are okay. I just want to know you are okay.:

I try to steady myself again, wiping away a few tears before huffing in pain. The text was sent four hours ago, and if they took a plane, that would mean they would be here soon. I quickly read through the other texts, then I close my messaging and switch over to another app. It looked similar to a compass, however that was simply a ruse I created to cover a tracker app I was creating.

I press my thumb on it, and it opens up a log for the past week. I tap on Tuesday, the day, according to my messages, that the.... well, the explosions happened.

College,

Dillon,

Explosions

Red Optics

Shifting jets

Bulkhead-

I nearly drop my phone, and my other hand flies to my head. Pain radiates from the wound, and I try not to cry out. It hurt so bad, but I will myself to focus. However, I hear the door creak open, and quickly I press the button on my phone to lock it, then I drop it.

Arm wrap around me, and I cry into the shoulder of the person holding me. Her hair was brushing against my face, and I hold back a pained shout as another pair of arms snake around me. The whiskers of his mustache tickle my cheek. 

"(Y/N), we're here. It's okay, now. We're here, everything's fine. You're going to be okay." The soft motherly tone eases my nerves, and the warmth from my father's arms soothes my body. 

I would figure out this craziness, but for now...

I was going to rest and heal with my family.

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