Don't Cry
Title: Don’t Cry
Author:
Fandom: Transformers
Prompt: Tears
Character/Pairing: Flattop/Pursuit
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,053
Summary: Healing can come with a lot of pain, so it’s nice to have someone around to ease the hurt and dry those tears.
There was no way that this amount of pain was good for her. Sure, Triage had warned her that the recovery was going to hurt - that once the medication and the pain-killer drugs wore off there was going to be quite a lot of pain involved as her body repair itself - but this was ridiculous.
Pressing the ‘call’ button for assistance was of little use since the medics had specified a certain interval between each dosage. They simply could not administer drugs at the slightest onset of pain, as it would do more harm than good. All she could do then was ride it out until the time came for the next round of sedatives.
Pursuit shifted in her berth, trying to find a more comfortable position that would ease the pain. This had been going on for some time now and she was sure she would go mad with pain before all this was over. How she wished she could go back to that capsule, for all the good it would do her. The nanites had only restored her basic systems so that they could start the repair work on the rest of her.
The medics were not the friendliest of bots either. With the exception of Triage, the rest simply treated her as if she was another piece of broken machinery. Every other day they had to carry out tests on her to see if her systems were repairing her correctly. They would hook wires up to her, insert probes or stick other things into her - sometimes roughly - with little thought of the discomfort she felt.
Often, once they left her alone, she would simply curl up and cry till her optics burned. It was the only release she had for all the pain, fear, frustration and loneliness she had to go through on a regular basis. Only Triage treated her like the living, feeling being she was, and did everything she could to make sure she caused her the least pain as possible, but Triage wasn’t always around and Pursuit had no choice but to put up with the treatment in relative silence.
Now she lay curled up on her side facing away from the door, her back aching along the joint where her left door had been ripped off. That whole section was raw and sensitive and was currently the cause of most of her pain.
Earlier, one of the med-techs had used a probe there to see if there had been any dead circuitry that would have to be replaced, and hadn’t been particularly gentle about it. Pursuit had tolerated as much as she could without complaint until the tech had yanked the probe out, causing her to scream in shock at the sudden jolt of pain that assailed her.
Hot tears slid down her face as she tried to relax her body so as to try and fall into recharge. She only just registered the door to her room sliding open and tensed again in case it was one of the medics come in for yet another test. She whimpered softly in fear.
“Please leave me alone,” she said in a soft, shaky voice, not turning around.
“Pursuit? It’s me…” Flattop’s voice. “Are you alright? I can go if you want to get some sleep.”
“Don’t go!” she almost cried. “Please don’t leave me alone!”
“What’s the matter?” he asked, concerned, coming in and sitting beside her.
Pursuit slowly, painfully, tried to sit up. “Don’t leave me alone with them, please Flattop!”
“With whom?” Flattop shuddered, willing himself not to lose his own composure at the sight of her tears. “Please don’t cry, Pursuit. Tell me what’s wrong, and how I can help you.”
She moved into his arms without thinking, only knowing that he would protect her and not let anyone hurt her. “The medics. They hurt me everyday. There’s so much pain. Flattop please, take me away from here, I can't take anymore of it!”
Trembling slightly, he held her, stroking her helm as gently as he could, but fearing to move incase he hurt her more and made her cry harder. “Alright. I’ll talk to Tri and see if she can help you, give you something to stop the pain. But please stop crying, Pursuit. You’re stronger than this.”
“I don’t want to be. I just want to get away from here!”
“I know. I know, sshhh… I’m working on it. I’ll make them stop hurting you, I promise. Just please, don’t cry anymore.” Flattop reached up and tenderly wiped the tears from her face. “Don’t cry… please. You’re too strong to cry.”
She looked at him, saw in his optics that he meant what he said about helping her, knew she was safe as long as he was around. “I’m not strong. I’m scared. It all hurts so much.” She leaned into his touch, wishing they could all be as gentle as he was.
“It’s only for a little while, but you’re getting better. Once you’re healed there wont be anymore pain, so you must try and bear it till then. You ARE a strong femme to have survived that long when I found you. I know you’ll get through this.”
He continued to stroke her helm, seeing that it helped her relax and stemmed the flow of her tears. His spark danced within him, and when he found those medics that had been so cruel to her, he would make sure they were transferred to the most remote outpost he could find. They had no business being medics if they couldn’t treat his femme with the respect and kindness she deserved.
His femme... Well not exactly, but she was his charge, and he wanted her to get the best care possible, not be mauled around by some idiot med-techs.
“Will you help me?” she asked.
“For as long as it takes,” he replied. “You’re not going to cry again.”
Pursuit settled into his embrace, soothed by his touch and his words, and finally felt sleep creep up on her. Flattop watched her as she fell into recharge in his arms, relieved to see some of the stress leave her features, and glad that her tears had stopped.
~END.
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