A New World

Chapter XXIX

I ran around the room, gathering different items as I geared up. Optimus and I were going out on recon in an area that a report was made about something alien being spotted. It was a team comprised of Optimus, Sideswipe and I for Cybertronians and then we had Lennox and his team coming with.

I liked being human for missions like this however, it helped me to stay hidden and left decepticons unsuspecting. If I needed, I'd transform though.

I grabbed my rifle and strapped it to my back, handguns on each thigh with a couple tactical knives in the pockets of my vest. I nodded, checking myself over to ensure I had everything before wincing at a small flare of pain in my abdomen. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the cramping suddenly get a lot worse.

I tried to take deep, even breaths, but they were all ragged and panicked as I leaned against the wall doubled over. I heard the door open, faintly able to process my mate calling out to me before transforming and onlining his holoform. "(F/n)?! What's wrong love?" He urged, holding my upper arms as I trembled.

The pain just wouldn't go away and I was starting to feel sick, unable to really reply to him. "Fuck." I swore quickly, darting under his arm into the bathroom as I toppled to my knees and threw up into the toilet.

My fingers dug into the porcelain, Optimus cautiously approaching me as he pulled my hair back. I shuddered at the cool touch of his knuckles on my neck, hearing him coo while rubbing my shoulder. "Are you alright..?" Optimus questioned softly, presumably shifting to look at my face. I shook my head, still feeling like shit before lurching forward as I got sick again.

I whimpered, feeling a cool hand against my forehead before what felt like Optimus tying my hair back. My eyes drooped closed, Optimus murmuring softly as he ran the sink. I heard him comm Ratchet and I shook my head, blearily looking at him through half-open, teary eyes as I turned my head slightly. "It's alright Optimus, just give me a moment." I mumbled, huffing as he urged me away from the toilet and leaned me back against the wall to clean up my face before taking a cold, wet washcloth and placing it against my forehead.

"You just got sick twice. I want Ratchet to look you over. Perhaps it would be wise to stay here, rather than join us in the field." Optimus replied, concern and worry written on his face.

There was a knock on our door, Optimus urging me to hold the wash cloth to my head as his holoform fizzed out. In moments, his and Ratchet's holoform entered and they were both knelt on either side of me. "Help me get her vest off. She's overheated." Ratchet ordered Optimus, both of them gently moving me as they peeled unnecessary layers from me.

My face scrunched up as I felt nausea return, a whimper escaping me. "If you throw up on me, I will never forgive you." Ratchet warned and I glanced at him with a grunt. I was now left in my tanktop and my cargo pants while everything else had been removed from me.

"Guys.. I probably just ate something wrong." I croaked, coughing as I finally felt the sickness slowly start to subside.

Optimus frowned, taking the wash cloth from me as he stood and flushed the toilet before re-soaking the cloth. "How long have you been feeling like this?" Ratchet asked, starting his exam now that I had calmed down. My mate stood by, staying out of the way as he held the cloth in his hands.

I sighed, swallowing as I thought a moment. "A couple days? The nausea is new but I've been getting these really painful cramps." I hummed faintly, shuddering under the cold metal of the medic's tools.

"When was your last cycle?" Ratchet suddenly asked and I perked a brow, straight to the point I see. "You could just be having premenstrual syndrome. I don't track that..." He added and I chuckled weakly, shaking my head.