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The Accident

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The pressure and pain in my head was almost unbearable, my knee ached, and my entire body was crying out in pain. My lungs were on fire and all I could feel as I breathed were dozens of razor blades scraping against the back of my throat. I didn't have a clue as to what had happened to me. All I knew was that I was in pain and that I was surrounded by darkness.

Around me, the hushed voices of what seemed to be several people could be heard. My eyes were still closed, so with just the little bit of strength that I could muster I opened my eyes and sat up as slowly as I could.

After focusing my vision I scanned the area around me. I was in my bedroom, but I hadn't had a clue as to how I had gotten here. The last thing I remember is eating at Taco Bell with Braelynn. Shaking off the thought, I turned my attention towards the group of people surrounding my queen sized bed. My mom sat in my desk chair while my dad, Ron and Ratchet stood at the foot of my bed, all of them giving me cautious looks.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" I asked softly.

"Because you're awake. You've been asleep for two days," my dad told me.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Two?"

"Yes. You had quite the little accident," Ratchet told me.

"What exactly happened?" I asked them.

"You don't remember?" my dad asked.

I shook my head. Ratchet opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Ron. "It's better that she doesn't know," he remarked.

He seemed to be a little bit on edge and not to mention he looked like he hadn't slept in days. But at the moment I was just kind of annoyed that he wouldn't inform me on why I was in the current condition that I was in.

"You're kidding me right?" I asked.

He sighed. "Not exactly."

I rolled my eyes but let it go. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

"I'm perfectly fine," he responded dryly.

I wasn't buying it though but instead of pushing him further, I went on to my next question.

"Well, can someone at least tell me what's wrong with me. Everything hurts," I asked as I took my head between both hands.

The pain was getting worse and I couldn't handle it. I was also starting to feel a little nauseous and lightheaded.

"Right now you're suffering from a moderate concussion due to a blow to your head. Your ACL has also partially ripped once again and your body is sore due to the amount of weight that was forced on you. You may also suffer from several bloody noses and a sore throat from drywall dust inhalation," Ratchet explained to me.

I gave him a look. "Drywall dust inhalation? What on earth was I doing?"

"Trying to save yourself," Ron said.

"From what?" I asked.

He just shook his head causing me to growl which only sent a burning sensation traveling down my esophagus. I was getting frustrated. This sucked. I hated not knowing how I got this way and I hated even more that they wouldn't tell me or that Ron wouldn't let them tell me. It couldn't be that big of a deal, could it?

My mom got up from her chair and sat down beside me on the bed. I leaned into her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around me.

"It's okay, Lea. You have nothing to worry about. You're fine," she assured me.

I sighed. "I know, but it still wouldn't hurt to know what happened."

She squeezed me and I winced. "Sorry."

"It's okay, mom," I told her.

She released me and looked me in the eye. "Are you hungry?" she asked me.

I scrunched my face up. The thought of food made me want to vomit and I already felt sick as it was. "No. Not really."

"You need to eat, Lea. You haven't had a proper meal in two days," Ron stated.

"I know, but I just feel so sick right now. All I want to do is go to sleep," I said.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" my dad asked me.

I nodded and a thought popped into my head. I gave my mom a serious look. "What's wrong, Lea?" she asked.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me now. "I forgot your cheesecake," I whispered to her.

She laughed and hugged me. "It's okay. I'd much rather have you than a piece of cheesecake."

I smiled at her but it was soon wiped away by another thought: Braelynn. She was obviously with me when whatever happened happened and she could very well be in the same condition I was in, maybe even worse. I looked at the three men in front of me and grabbed a hold of my mother's wrist.

"Where is Braelynn at?" I asked. I could feel my mom rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"She's fine, Lea. She managed to get away," my dad told me.

"Get away from what?" I nearly screamed.

My dad and Ron sighed. Ratchet came to sit beside me on my bed. "It's nothing that you need to worry about, young one. Just know that without a very special person on your father's team, you would not be sitting here right now," he told me.

Ron grunted at that and I gave him a look before turning back to Ratchet.

"Who?" I asked.

Ratchet just smirked at me and walked back over to his previous spot. I rolled my eyes and laid down. The pain in my head felt like it was getting worse and worse. Some medicine would be amazing right now. I propped myself up slightly and looked at Ratchet.

"Hey, Ratchet. Can you get me some medicine?" I asked him.

He smiled and nodded before heading out of my bedroom door. I looked at everyone in the room. My mom was still beside me on the bed, my dad was now on the opposite side of me and Ron was sitting in my desk chair. It wasn't long before Ratchet walked back into my room with a glass of water and a small medicine bottle. He handed them to me and I took two tablets out of the bottle before placing them in my mouth and gulping them down with the water.

Ratchet took the glass and the small bottle and placed them beside Ron on my desk. I was starting to get much sleepier. I could hear my dad laughing beside me.

"Did you give me those sleepy pills again?" I asked.

"Well, you wanted medicine and you wanted to go to sleep. This helps with both of those," Ratchet answered me with a laugh.

"What a smart ass," I said groggily.

He laughed. The pain in my head and my knee was beginning to subside and I couldn't be happier. I nestled into my dad's side and he patted my head. Before long I was sound asleep.

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