Lost & Found

Training

Chapter 52: Training
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Primus! My stomach hurts. SO BAD! Too much food. Way too much. Ow.

The chocolate pancakes, sausage links, Oreos, three donuts, two ice-creams sandwiches, a bag of chips, bags of gummy worms, jalapeño, and the lemon was so not worth it. To eat in two hours.

A bad combination of junky food. Totally bad. My stomach does not agree at all.

Geez.

With a groan, I headed towards the Lennox's family barn, swaying slightly on my feet with each slow step I took.

Primus. I don't feel so good.

My upset stomach growled, threatening to spew its unwanted contents, but I forced it back down. Definitely not in the mood to be ill right now.

But if I do happen to throw up, I'm blaming Epps and William.

Humans.

"Ugh," My stomach obviously wasn't happy with our disagreement and began churn violently.

Perfect. Just what I needed.

Nothing but a glass of water will do.

"Are you alright?" I looked up and saw Ironhide standing up from his custom made chair and rushing over to me.

Huh. I wasn't even aware that I was walking in the barn.

Maybe because I'm too busy having a war with my insides right now.

"Primus." The Weapon Specialist gently scooped me up in his hand and placed me on the flat surface of his desk.

"I'm fine, Hide." I tried to reassure him before I stumbled back into his hand. "No, you're not. You're ill." He countered. "What happened?"

"Just...had a little too much to eat," I mumbled, relaxing against the cool metal of his hand.

Ironhide refused to give up and continued with his worrying. "You're not well. I can get to Ratchet and-"

"No, Hide. I'm fine. Really. Just let me...lay here and let it settle." I said, snuggling with two of his fingers.

A sigh of defeat exited his vents. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry."

"You out of all people know not to overfeed yourself."

"I just got a little curious." I tried to defend myself while fighting another urge to puke.

"Your body heat is rising and you seem as if you're about to purge."

"Close, but it's not gonna happen."

Ironhide scoffed and set a bucket nearby just in case.

"Seriously I don't-" I paused and forced down another urge to gag.

My stomach churned again, forcing me to curl in on myself.

"I'm calling Ratchet."

"No!" I quickly stopped him, before he could activate his commlink. "I don't want him worrying either."

"You are sick, youngling. What don't you understand?"

Like you don't put up a fight when you're sick or hurt yourself.

"What do you expect me to do? Just sit here and watch you suffer?"

Geez, it's not like I'm dying.