Complex Robotics

Jenna

"The glitch is coming," He said in a gruffy voice, "Now, will you please lay back down? We are the Autobots, we will not hurt you."

I sighed, not knowing what else to do, so I walked over to the bed and sat down, too nervous to completely lay back down. The room was silent as he went over to the counter. He picked up a clipboard and began scribbling something down while I nervously wiped my hands on the front of my jeans. I stared down at the glossy white-tiled floor, my heart still racing in my chest as I tried to calm myself down. I breathed in slowly, and exhaled slowly. It was something I've been doing to calm myself down a lot lately, especially after I left basically my whole life behind in Washington. 

By the way, where were we now?

I didn't have long to ponder the question. The door to my room opened, which brought me out of my thoughts as I looked up and sighed in relief, jumping up from my bed and running over to the silver Corvette's holoform, who was smiling as I approached him. My heart finally settled back into place as relief washed over me like fresh water, and I was almost tempted to hug him. But that would be weird...I mean, do alien robots even hug each other? It made me wonder how they did show affection, but that was another speculation for another time.

"Nice to have you back in the living, schlemiel." Sideswipe said, his smile turning into smirk.

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You've been unconscious for two days," The doctor replied, and we both looked back at him, as he made his way up to us, crossing his arms over his chest, "By the time Sideswipe arrived with you, you were unconscious and very, very sick. I quickly started to work on a concoction of antibodies for your illness, and I had to inject antibodies into your system before allowing you to fully rest to fight off the bacterial infection. I've been monitoring you ever since, along with this glitch." He growled, gesturing to Sideswipe, "He's been coming here everyday asking about your status, and annoying me non-stop as well."

"Yep," Sideswipe said with a nod and another signature smirk, "Got the dent marks to prove it."

Finally, it seemed to dawn in on me that we were actually at the base, and not in any harm or tricked by any Decepticons. Immediately, I felt bad for how I reacted to him, and I looked up to meet his ocean blue gaze again. I sighed softly, chewing on my bottom lip while thinking of an apology, when Sideswipe spoke again.

"Charlie," He said, and I turned back to him, "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been drinking fire in a bottle," I croaked, rubbing at my sore throat.

"Stop making her talk!" He snapped, "She is still recovering and it will take longer if she doesn't get the proper amount of rest!"

I shook my head, "No, I don't want rest...I want water."

 His patience had snapped. "I am not concerned for what you want. I am the medical officer, and when I say something, I want it done. Charlotte, please go back to your human berth. And Sideswipe, you big fragging glitch, go back to the Med Bay and allow Jolt to finish you! Stop coming back here, she's awake now!"

Sideswipe snickered, holding his hands up in surrender, "Now, now Ratchet, you don't have to get all cranky."

One moment,  the doctor named Ratchet was glaring at Sideswipe. The next, a large wrench came out of nowhere and hit Sideswipe right up against the head. Sideswipe hissed, groaning out curses as he rubbed the spot on his head, and I just blinked before turning back to Ratchet.

"Did you just hit him...with a wrench?" I asked, both of my eyebrows raised.

Ratchet just shrugged, "It won't damage his already fragged-up processors."