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soulmate meme
❝Make way! The Prime’s hurt!❞ ‘I’m not—’ ❝What do you mean there’s no empty rooms?! This is the Prime we’re talking about!❞ 'I do not wish to be a bother…' ❝Then make room!❞He was pushed to another room and settled to sit down on the flat berth by someone. Probably one of the mechs who had carried him off the battlefield. It was only the second battle he had been in, and already he had to be groundbridged back to Iacon. He had been hurt. He could tell from the flashes of his HUD that he was not critically hurt, only nasty looking wounds that could maybe get worse if left to settle. If given the chance he could have patched those up probably even by himself. But once he had not raised up after the explosion, his guardians had gone frantic.They had sat him up, cupped his cheeks and asked him something. Something he couldn’t quite understand. He was fairly sure he had been in shock. Still was. It was just… too much. The pressure and death. The loud explosions and screams. The sight of offlined frames… It was something he could never get used to. He was sure of it.By the time he heard heavy pede steps again he had fallen so deep into his memories that he startled at the voice that talked to him. Orion noticed that he had pulled his pedes up to the berth, and hugged them tightly, and he quickly went to correct his position. It wasn’t appropriate for the Prime to act like a scared sparkling. He also quickly tried to wipe off the evidence of tears off his face plates. ❝I asked you a question.❞ the mech repeated in a somewhat impatient tone, and stepped closer, probably scanning for his injuries. Orion tried to find the words, but it seemed like his ability to communicate escaped him. Where usually his even and gentle voice was, came only static. And he felt a knot forming inside him. It was so unusual. He was usually not this lost. ❝Can you talk?❞ The question came with a hint of worry in it.Only silence. His mouth opened few times, but nothing came out. It was as if his mind was forcefully slipping back to the battlefield. Back to the Pits of death and the knot only got tighter and tighter and - -A warm hand gently pushed his chin up, and he was brought face to face with a pair of narrowed blue optics that were swimming with genuine worry and layered with warmth. No one had yet treated him so normally. To everyone he was just the Prime. Some kind of a battle icon to gather under. He didn’t need medical care. He didn’t need people acting important and polite and politically correct. He needed support. He needed a friend. He needed a hug. He needed someone to ask him if he was okay and to tell him that he was lying when he said yes. ❝Optimus?❞With a choked sob the young Prime threw himself on the medic, hiding his face to the crook of his neck cabling as he clung to the white shoulders as if his very life depended on it. The other went stiff under him, but then some kind force of the universe made the medic relax and wrap his arms around the data clerk and Orion was ready to thank Primus and all that was holy for this small blessing as he sobbed his spark out on this mech he had never seen before. ❝It’s okay. Just let it all out.❞And so he did, letting out all the pressure of the shock. Letting the stress flow away with his tears and shaking away the weariness of his frame with the force of his sobs. Letting the guilt of all those deaths he now carried on his shoulders get lighter for the moment. Letting his conflicted field finally expand and search for comfort of a living being.Ratchet gently held the young Prime, seeing that the more grave wounds that required healing were all mental. And only after they had calmed the younger one down they could get to patching him up.And at the same time the warm red glow between them went quietly unnoticed.
