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Gone

"For worrying you two."

"Believe me. It isn't only us you've managed to put in a state of frantics," Ron chuckled.

I raised a brow. "Like who?"

"Your mom-" my dad was cut short before he could say anything else.

The door to the bedroom opened and Ratchet walked in.

"The Autobots and myself," he said and walked over to my bed.

I smiled at him. I should have known the only reason that I was even alive was because of his expertise and dedication.

"Thank you, Ratchet."

He smiled. "You're more than welcome young Lea."

I looked around the room, examining it as if to get a feel of where I was. It was pretty homey, but nothing about the familiarity of this room registered inside my mind. If I thought about it, I could have another concussion, but the chance of that was very slim. I hadn't remembered hitting my head.

"Where am I?" I asked them.

"You're at the base. You're in one of the rooms they use for family housing," Ron told me. His hand was still wrapped around my own.

"Why am I not home?"

"There was a possibility that you could've died had we moved you so far," Ratchet told me.

My dad sighed and I looked at him. Tears were threatening to spill out of his eyes, but I hadn't a clue as to why.

"He didn't want to risk anything," his voice cracked.

Maybe later I'd find out what was bothering him so much, but for now I was more focused on what was wrong with me. There was a sharp pain in my leg and I grimaced.

"May I ask what injuries I have been subject to?"

Ratchet placed a hand underneath my back and the other under my thigh before shifting my body so I was now in a sitting position. There was ample pain, but it was not quite enough to bother me. He peeled the comforter off of me and my eyes nearly burst from my head.

I was no longer wearing my jeans, but I could feel the comfortable tightness of a pair of spandex beneath my father's sweater that was now present on my body. I took the time to look over my lower half. There were contusions covering the surfaces on both of my legs. There was a giant cast on my right leg and my left knee was wrapped up in clothed bandages.

Other than my lower half, my abdomen cried out in pain. I had only assumed the pain corresponded with my ribs. Aside from that, there was a sling on my left arm from where I had dislocated my shoulder ramming into the side of Sideswipe's vehicular mode, and there was a purple cast on my right arm.

"As you can tell you have several injuries. With the impact you took, I assumed you to acquire more afflictions than this but I'm rather thankful with the turn out," Ratchet told me. "On the other hand, you have a broken ankle, three broken ribs, and a broken wrist. There's nothing severely wrong with your knee. You simply just wore it out from running so fast and you had a dislocated shoulder, but I managed to put it properly back in place. The sling will keep your arm steady while it continues to heal," he finished.

I nodded.

"You should be healed in a matter of six to eight weeks. Your dislocated shoulder will take approximately twelve to fourteen weeks to completely heal, however."

I frowned.

This was absolutely fantastic. .note the sarcasm. I was without both of my arms for the better part of a month or two. Why did that stupid Decepticon try to run me over instead of letting me attempt to save my best friend? This caused me to jump in realization. Braelynn. .last I had seen her she was in the death grip of a Decepticon. Had one of the Autobots managed to save her for me?