My friend is a psychopath -Sunstreaker fanfiction-

• Chapter 10. Impressed?

Despite the tough day, I had to admit that Sunstreaker stopped talking about the entire front liner thing which was a huge relief. I just finished checking up the weapons and made myself ready to go home. 'You did good today.' I turned around. 'Please stop it.' He raised a brow. 'I gave you a compliment and I never give them,' he said,— crossing his arms over his firm chest. 'About next week...' he trailed off. 'Lennox can't miss you here—' I cut him off. 'According to you he's not my boss anymore... so he can't decide for me whether I go or not and if you don't agree, than it's your problem. I am not going bury another parent. I don't want to lose my only remaining family member so...' I trailed off.

'You could've talked to me, Skylla.' I slammed my locker shut. Sunstreaker grabbed my arm and forced me to look at him. 'I am serious about it. We need to communicate, I am responsible for you. Prime is going to kill me, so talk to me. You're right, Lennox isn't your boss anymore, I am,' he snapped before he passed me and walked off. I was only able to sign and shake my head.

((Sunstreaker's P.O.V))
I wanted to offer her a ride home, but I doubted she would give in. She never asked me for a ride or whatsoever. In fact, she never asked me for anything. 'You look like you're frustrated and angry.' I shrugged my shoulders while glancing at Prime from the corner of my eyes.. 'She keeps pushing me away. I can't seem to do anything right,' I muttered. 'Don't be so hard on yourself, Sunstreaker.' I sighed, 'you said I made the wrong call. I shouldn't have done what I did.'

'You know... Skylla respects you. She cared about you and she honored you asked her but she's just hurt. In many ways.' I studied Prime's facial features for a moment. 'You haven't done anything wrong and I know you want to help but... she's stressed out. PTSD isn't something that just goed away in one night,' he said. 'She's just trying to be tough so she won't collaps,' he added. 'She should've let me help her.'
'I know you think that, but it's not that easy. Try to find a balance between training and giving her some space,' he said and walked off. Easily said then done.

Prime is right, she's a tough cookie and perhaps that what's I like so much about her. 'Hey.' I turned. 'I am Victoria, a close friend of Skylla,' she said. 'Oh, really?' I asked a little suspicious. I've seen Victoria before and she's one of the popular girls around here. 'Yeah.'
'She never mentioned you before.' She shrugged. 'She's private.' I hummed. 'Well, I've to go.' I passed her. 'You know... if you'd like to have a bond with her, you should try to be around her more. She needs discipline because she's lazy and her work gets sloppy.'

'Right, thanks for the advice,' I muttered. 'I am serious about it. Oh, and just you know... I've heard her talking about leaving the base. She wants to go to Kentucky.' I turned around. 'What are you talking about?' I crossed my arms again. 'All I am saying is that you are wasting time with her while they're so many others who want what you are offering her. If she's leaving, why would you try to continue?'

'She hasn't told me yet and she has too when she wants to leave. Thanks for the entire advice thing but I can handle Skylla on my own. I don't need you for that.' With that open in the air, I turned around and stormed off. I needed to cool down in the gym and get some energy out before I am going to torture and murder someone.

((Skylla's P.O.V))
Home sweet home I guess. I dropped my bag on the couch and sprinted upstairs, changing my clothing. Sometimes I hated the silence and sometimes I loved it. Today had been tough, Sunstreaker is strict and rude. All he does during training is yelling at me. I laid down on the couch when I got back down and switched on the TV.

My chest hurt. I've had heart rhythm disorder before, it's all part of the PTSD but I never got any chest pains. It worried me. Chest pain can mean so many things. I massaged my chest area a little to attempt to smooth the pain but it wasn't really working. I felt light headed and dizzy. I shut my eyes for a moment. My heart was racing and it felt wrong. It lasted a few minutes before it finally stopped. I gasped for air and got up. My hands were sweaty and shaking.

I just decided to go to bed and forget about it. I am probably just tired from the lack of sleep. All the nightmares. Sunstreaker's heavy training program doesn't help either.

The next day, I was early and walked over to Ratchet's office. I knows early and not scheduled for any surgeries. I knocked before walking in. 'Skylla, good morning.' I flashed him a smile while close the door. 'Hey...' I sat down in the chair. 'What can I do?' He asked. 'I was wondering if you can listen to my heart. You know, it's probably nothing but just to be sure,' I said. He frowned, 'what happened?' He asked.while getting up and grabbing his stethoscope. 'Nothing...' he gave me that familiar 'Ratchet' look. 'My chest hurt the other day, I felt light headed and dizzy. My heart was racing and fluttered. It never really happened before. I just wanted to check it and hear from you and I am just worrying too much about everything.

'Right, we'll... first of all, you should've called me the other day to tell me this and secondly, it's not nothing. It could be serious,' he said strictly. I removed my shirt and let him listen. 'Your heartbeat is high... I want to know your blood pressure.' He got up and grabbed a few things. I waited patiently, without talking. He doesn't like to talk when he's working. Ratchet told me that many times. Usually I talk for my own comfort. Sometimes I needed someone to talk to me. '150/95, that's really high. That's not good and dangerous,' he said. I sighed softly. 'I am going to give you medicines. They will help to lower your stress hormones and blood pressure. What you have is called Arrhythmia, which causes all the symptoms. You need to take it easy, tell Sunstreaker about it and if it gets worse I want to see you again.'