Megatron

"D3rL, would you please contact the flyers in sector 458 and tell them to relocate to five clicks north?" you smile at the drone.

"Yes Miss, I shall do as you ask," the vehicon at one of the computer stations bows.

You were currently standing on the right-hand armrest of Megatron's throne, ordering the soldiers around and helping set the day's activities a-course. 

The warlord was seated on the seat of power, watching over everything you did. 

You see, after barking out orders and yelling in the field during an epic battle on another planet, the great ex-gladiator came back without a voice, and since you were the being he trusted most, he gave you the job of ruling for a day.

Looking the tablet with the agenda over, you read what to do next. "Dreadwing, could you please tell Dirge to take squadron 195 and search areas 7/8 to 8/5? There were reports of strange activity." 

"As you command," the SIC bows as the other soldiers did. 

"Oh!" You stick out a hand to stop the seeker from leaving just yet.

"Yes miss (L/N)?" 

"Tell them they are not to engage should they find anything. They are to report back immediately and await further instructions," you mandate.

Dreadwing nodded in understanding and went off to do as he was told. 

Turning back to Megatron, you scan the list over one last time. "Well, it seems that's everything for now..." 

You look up to find him proudly beaming down at you.

Starscream

You were weak as you laid on Starscream's chassis.

The virus was busy working itself out, leaving you to suffer a terrible fever. But Starscream would not allow you to suffer alone.

The mech looks you over, apprehensive, as he shakily holds some ice to your body. His red optics never leave you- not a second. He feared that if he did, you would fade away in his arms.

He did not make a big deal of it when you first complained about not feeling well. He simply brushed it off as some minor issue that would pass. 

But then you got extremely sick...

The moment he realised that something was truly wrong and he took your temperature, he knew he had been a fool to not help you earlier- your body temperature was too high.

The seeker hurried through a groundbridge to a place where he knew he could find snow and gathered as much of the cold stuff as he could. He then proceeded to (after sincerely apologising) remove your shirt and pants, leaving you in only your underwear. 

He didn't look twice at your half-nakedness, but rather did everything he could to help you cool down. Cloths were dunked into cold water and used to dab on your skin; snow was held to the back of your neck and stomach; medicine was very carefully administered...

Starscream sighs as he uses the cloth to wipe your sleeping face. He was still afraid. He was afraid of losing the only being that cared for him.

He was afraid of losing his (Y/N)...

Then you stirred and opened your eyes. "S-Starscream...?"

"Shhh...I'm here (Y/N). I will not leave you." The flyer readjusts you so you were lying more comfortably. "I care too much for you."

Soundwave

They must have picked it up when they were out on their latest solo mission. 

Four of the five cassettes were all nestled in some blankets- sick. 

"Don't worry, you'll be better soon..." You rub Ravage's head- his ear-like audios falling back as you scratched between them.

"Moooommmm!" Rumble whines. "Can you please hand us some more blankets?" Frenzy asks with a cough. "It's cold." 

You give them a sympathetic smile and go get four more blankets for them. Ratbat swooped down and took one, trying to be a good baby brother by helping to take care of his big brothers. "Thank you Batty." You appreciated the sparkling's contribution, no matter how small. 

He flapped a few times as he placed the blanket over a snoozing Lazerbeak, then laid down next to him- snuggling the other flying cassette.

"Thanks Mom." Rumble mumbled as you tucked them in. You didn't like seeing them like this. Was this really what parents felt like when their kids got sick?

Soundwave came in, holding some bottles of medicine and energon. He then proceeded to wordlessly go to each of the sick creations to feed them and give them their medicine. 

When he was done and all the kids were in recharge, the mech tiredly sat down on the floor next to you. 

"I know... It's hard." You place a hand to his armour.

He nods, wiping a servo down his visor. 

He wished he could tell you how relieved he was that you were here to help, but instead settled with just picking you up and holding you close as he watched over his children.

Knockout

"UUUGGGHHH..."

"Now, now Knockout. No fussing. You should know that this is only for your own good," you scold the red-armoured mech who was seated on his berth. 

He didn't even bother on going to the med-bay to work when he woke up feeling sick. You didn't blame him though, he really did look awful... At least you got him to get out from under his covers.

"I don't care. I'm the doctor here! I shouldn't need to drink that...vile concoction." The mech sticks his glossa out and cringes at the sight of the cup full of green-black medicine you were encouraging him to drink. 

By simply observing what Knockout and the occasional vehicon assistant did, you learned a lot about Cybertronian medicine, including how to mix and use it. You have been spending enough time around the medical bay to know which medicines help with which minor ailments, thus you knew what Knockout had to drink. 

"At the moment I think you're the whining baby here," you sass. Knockout really was acting like a child. 

"But it's disgusting," he groans. "And it smells!" 

Your lips tighten, "Really Knockout? Really? It doesn't smell like anything."

"Okay, maybe I over exaggerated on that," he admits.

"Knockout."

He coughs, "Yes?"

"Just drink the fragging medicine before I find a way to force it down your throat. And you know I will or so help me Primus..." 

Grumbling, the mech reaches for the cup and holds it in front of him. "Do I really have to...?"

"Yes."

With one more reluctant glance, he throws his helm back and downs it all with one go. Seconds later he gags, his glossa a green colour. "Ugh!"

"Welcome to the world of your patients, doctor."

Breakdown

"There you go (Y/N), all the medicine you said would help." A fully healed Steve carefully places down the container filled with syrups and pills for every sort of ailment. 

You look up from the bucket you were currently hunched over, trying your best to crack a smile. "Thanks Steve, but I feel bad that you had to go get this."

"Oh, it's nothing. I needed to get out a bit after being in stasis for so long anyway," the vehicon does some stretches to prove his point.

"Just stay outta trouble buddy," Breakdown pipes up. "We don't want to go through that drama again."

"I most definitely do not want to go through that again either." Steve waves, "Goodbye you two. I'll come check in again later."

"Bye Ste-" You hurl into the bucket. 

Steve recoils and slowly slides out of the room, leaving Breakdown to deal with you.

The blue mech looks you over with sympathy. Carefully picking you up, he takes you to the bathroom. Once you were safely bent over the toilet, he went to change to his holoform.

He came back to you throwing up yet again. Sighing, he kneels down next to you. Using some hairclips, he takes the hair out of your face. "You okay?" 

"No." You spit out some bile, trying to get rid of the taste. 

The man places a hand to your back. "Is there anything I can do for you? I hate seeing you like this..."

"Just...stay with me?" you ask.

He smiles, "Always."

Predaking

You knew it was wrong to laugh at something like this, but you could not help yourself. The situation was just too comical.

For the entire morning now, Predaking would run into the washroom, stay there for what seemed like hours, then as soon as he came out, would have to scuttle back. 

Apparently the Predacon consumed some energon that was not meant to be consumed. This lead to him having what you, as a human, knew as diarrhea. 

"Are you alright in there Predaking?" you loudly ask. 

Predaking groans from the other side of the door. 

"I take it that means 'no'." You glance to the high-up shelves, considering any ideas on what you could do to help.

Shockwave left for another lab off-world three days ago, which means he would be of no help at this time.

The door swishes open. You take a few steps back to allow the mech to stagger out slowly as if he knew this would not last for long. He holds his stomach, face contorted into a look that was a mix of agitation, tiredness and anguish.

"Are you certain that there's nothing here that can help you? No special medicine?" You look around, sorry for not being able to fo more for the predacon.

"No. Not that I-..." Predaking freezes, everything clenched tightly as he tries to hold it in, then runs back inside the washroom. 

You sigh, yet an amused smile forms. It's a funny situation, after all.

If only you knew that Shockwave had already returned...