Uncover → Transformers

*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.*

My body ached with great pain. The only thing I could see now was darkness; the darkness in which I was too particularly familiar to. It was almost as if I was being pulled away from the light. I was cold yet I could feel the warm air circulating around me. If this was the experience that corresponded with death, then it was quite strange. I always thought death to be peaceful, full of serenity, but this wasn't that at all.

Several incomprehensible voices sounded around me and had I been able to, I would've jumped right out of my skin. Where was I at right now?

"Hello?" I tried to call out, only I could not find my voice to do so.

I could feel myself getting warmer and warmer, though I was still trapped in the vastness of darkness. The voices around me became louder and I was becoming frustrated with the very fact that I could not see anybody around me.

"Hello. Is anyone there?" I attempted again.

My voice was lost to the darkness again and I was becoming very fearful. I hadn't a clue as to where I was or why I was here. Was I in hell? I truly hoped not.

A loud voice sounded this time. This one was familiar to me in more ways than anything, but it couldn't be possible. I was supposed to be dead. I shouldn't be hearing his voice right now, but then again maybe I was still alive. It had to be the only explanation.

"Azalea. Please wake up," Ron said. The tone in his voice was surprisingly heartbreaking. It almost made me want cry.

I tried as best as I could to open my eyes, but I just didn't quite have the strength to do so at the moment. It was either that or my body didn't want me to open my eyes.

"Lea please," another voice said. It was my father's. He sounded so shattered, so desolate. It pained me to hear them both like this. All I wanted to do was let them know that I was fine and that I would be.

This time, I solely concentrated on pushing all of my strength into opening my eyes. Finally, I could see only it was very little.

I noticed that I was not in my bedroom, but I was not in a hospital room either. The light emitting from the room was burning my retina and I groaned and turned my head. A great deal of pain shot down the back of my neck and I whimpered.

Beside me, Ron sat. His pained eyes met mine. He moved closer to me and it was only now that I realized he was holding my hand. I squeezed it as hard as I could and tried to sit up, but he stopped me.

"Stay still. You'll only aggravate your injuries," he told me.

I frowned. A hand was placed down on my opposite hand and I turned to see my dad looking at me, tears in his eyes.

"You're finally awake," he exclaimed happily.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"A day at the most. We thought you had died," he told me.

"I should have." They both stiffened.

"No. Don't even speak like that. If anything the slagging Con that hit you should have," Ron retorted.

"I'm sorry," I croaked out.

My dad gave me a strange look. The pain in my body was getting worse and worse but I was far too weak to even acknowledge it as much as I should have.

"What are you sorry for, Lea?"

I squeezed both of their hands. Though my dad seemed very happy to know that I was alive and well, there was still a sadness deep inside his eyes.