ā (With Fire as the sick one, 'cause that's fun.)
" But loveee Iām fineā¦!" She was not. She was pratically a slug at this point with a fever that a supernova would flinch away from. " Lemme justā¦Finnish my reportsā¦!" Now wanting to work was another clue just how sick the medic was. Also she seemed to have forgotten she was in bed and far away from the Medbay.
Fire rolls over and nuzzles her chest. ā marry me.ā
A soft smile forms on her lips, and she rubs Fireās back.
āDone. I get to wear the tux though, deal?ā
"ā¦Mmmā¦ok but second wedding you have to wear the dress and Iāll wear the tux." She smiles back.
āSecond wedding? Geez, whatāre Cybertronian marriages even like? That sounds expensive.ā
She canāt tell if Fire is actually lucid or not, but either way sheās entertained.












