*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.*

The air around me was cool. I could feel that I was underneath a blanket only I didn't know exactly where I was at the moment. I still felt dangerously sick. My stomach was still cramping, my head was now aching and I was almost sure that the dizziness would return if I were to get up.

Around me I could hear the voices of Ron and Ratchet, so I decided to be nosy.

"She's going to be fine. You musn't worry yourself," Ratchet said to him.

Ron grunted. "She's the unluckiest human being I've ever met in my life," he exclaimed.

Ratchet laughed. He wasn't wrong though. Since he's been here I've been bed ridden.

"I'm glad to see that you actually found something to care about though," Ratchet teased. I assumed that my parents weren't in the room.

"She's different, Ratchet."

"I know, but you know it's not appropriate," Ratchet said to him.

Ron sighed. "For some reason I don't seem to care about the appropriateness of the situation. I believe I stopped caring weeks ago. She's the only thing I care about."

"I know that's how you feel right now but what are you going to do tomorrow when everything is revealed to her?" Ratchet inquired.

"Try to get her to understand. That's all I can do. I refuse to lose her," Ron exclaimed.

If I weren't still pretending to be asleep and if I didn't feel like such shit, I probably would've smiled at his words.

"Do me a favor," Ratchet instructed him.

"Hm?"

"Wake her up. I have to go and fetch her medicine," he said.

I heard footsteps and then I felt a hand on my shoulder. Ron shook me a few times and even patted my cheek a couple of times before I opened up my eyes. I gave him a small smile and cuddled my pillow. He chuckled at me and sat down on my bed. I scooted over just enough for him to have some room.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked me. I shrugged. I didn't really want to talk in fear of throwing up everywhere. "Can you not talk to me?"

I shook my head and gestured for him to grab me my pencil and my notebook from my desk. He did and I opened it up and scribbled inside.

"I'm afraid of throwing up all over you," I wrote.

I showed it to him and he smiled. He took my notebook from me and laid it back down on my desk before sitting back down beside me. I let go of my pillow and grabbed his arm, resting my head on it. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep. Moments later Ratchet came into the room with a small bag in his hand, pausing when he saw me leaning on Ron's arm. There was a small smirk on his face but he tried to conceal it.

Ratchet rummaged through the back for a few moments before turning around and facing us. In his hand I noticed a syringe and my eyes widened, my sickness forgotten. I scooted back as Ratchet neared the bed. Had Ron not grabbed me I would've flown off the bed.

"Calm down, Lea. It's just a small needle," Ratchet told me.

By now I was on Ron's lap. I may have been being too over dramatic, but I absolutely despised needles. When I was younger I had to get a flu shot and the needle somehow detached from the syringe and got stuck inside my arm. It took the doctor's half an hour to get it out of my skin. I haven't had a shot since then.

"No. I refuse," I finally said.

Ratchet crossed his arms over his chest. "It's your medicine. You need it," he told me.

I tried to move further away but Ron had a tight grip around my waist, almost as if he was holding me down. Ratchet uncapped the syringe so the needle was now visible. Ron grabbed my flailing arm and pinned it too my side. No matter how many times I tried to get loose, I failed. He was much much stronger than me.

Ratchet stuck the sharp needle into my arm and I whimpered. I cringed as I felt the medicine flowing down my arm. Ratchet recapped the syringe and stuck it back in his bag. Ron released me and I laid down on my bed.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Ratchet baited. I glared at him and he laughed. "That should bring down your fever as well as calm your nausea," he told me.

I chuckled. "Thank you, but next time a simple pill will suffice."

Ratchet laughed. "Given that there will most likely be a next time, I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

I smiled. "Do I have to go to school tomorrow?" I asked him.

"Depends on how you're feeling, but the medicine I just gave you should help you a great deal," he answered. I nodded and Ratchet began packing up his things. "I must head out now, but I'll see you tomorrow," Ratchet said with a smile.

Thank you for the reminder. .

I smiled at him. "I'll see you tomorrow as well. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He shot Ron a quick look before walking out of my bedroom. Ron laughed and I looked up at him.

"What was that look for?" I asked.

"Just something to do with a conversation we were having earlier," he told me.

I smirked. "You mean the conversation about how much you care about me?" I revealed.

He shot me a stern look. "I should really be more careful about what I say in front of you."

I laughed. "Yeah, you really should. If I remember correctly it happened once before and you and my dad ignored me for almost two weeks," I said.

"Well, I don't plan on ignoring you at all."

I hugged his side. "Good, because I think it would upset me more this time," I told him.

He rubbed my arm. "I wouldn't want that," he said.

I smiled and began to think about tomorrow, my nerves returning. "What am I supposed to do tomorrow?"

He looked down at me. "What do you mean?"

"Like, what do I do? How do I act around them?" I inquired.

He laughed. "Just be your normal bratty self. Like your father said, personality wise they're just like humans. And like I said, if one of them were to lay a hand on you, I'd take care of it."

I smiled but then a new thought came to mind. "Speaking of my father, where are him and my mom?"

"They went out to eat," he told me.

Wow.

"Seriously? Their child is laying sick in bed and they decide to go out for a burger? I feel the love," I exclaimed. He chuckled and I sighed.

"At least I have you to keep me company," I chirped.

He smiled at me. "Always."

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