tortured .
unforgiving blows had scrambled the circuits of the young scout as his seemingly minuscule frame lay crumpled upon the floor panels of the nemesis. energon pooled around his entire outline, seeming to be a shadow creeping upon the floor. still seeping wounds spilled his precious life force upon the unyielding floor. the soft trickling was a minor annoyance that was not even peeking into his thoughts, there were far more pressing matters weighing upon bumblebee’s mind.
blurry vision wasn’t very cooperative as a failed attempt to lift his helm was rendered useless. a slight lift was diminished as a sizable ped rammed against it, slamming and pinning it to the floor once more. a wince disgraced his visage, and a limpness was given to his whole body as consciousness slipped away before his own optics.
“useless scout.” megatron snarled as he turned his back upon the mess he had made upon the once clean floor of the torture chamber. faintly, the sound of heavy footfalls tickled his eardrums ever so lightly. it was hard to hold onto the sound and distinguish reality from the abyss he was fighting so desperately to refrain from falling in. soon they ebbed away completely, giving the scout a flicker of relief as he now knew he was alone.
escape was on the forefront of his mind, one thing being held onto as he focused on keeping himself as aware as one who was so beaten and bruised could be. the taste of his own energon was strong as he continued to lose precious fluids. folded in a pathetic heap upon the unwelcoming floor, any pursuit toward up righting himself was proven useless. he had to escape, and soon, before the wounds turned from severe, to lethal..
Upon hearing the capture of the one Autobot he cared about, he knew that it was only a matter of time before his lord and master would see fit that the doctor would clean up any sort of violent outburst he may have had on Bumblebee. He kept his cool as he could hear the thunderous beatings his partner took and kept himself distracted (at least enough to keep himself from attempting to stop the beatings) long enough until it was his cue to go in.
Not to mention he was accompanied by Megatron's two most loyal and "loyal" commanders there was no way he would get away with such an outburst. Keeping it cool and unphased was what he had to do if he would get to Bee in time to patch up the sever wounds he knew he would sustain from a one on one ordeal. Finally he could go in and tend to the other. His words must be chosen carefully, after all, Megatron has eyes and ears everywhere on the ship.
“Hmh, I thought you had a bit more spit fire in you! Guess I was wrong.” The medic chuckled as he set his things down by the scouts feet, a look of worry was hidden away from the door as he carefully helped Bee sit up from the ground that pooled in a bright shine of energon by his feet. Knock Out whispered, “What the Hell are you doing here? And keep it low, there’s damn near no privacy here.”
