A/N: okay okay here's another short chapter. But I promise that the next few chapters will be much longer!

Three days have passed since Hotshot's tiger attack, each day getting progressively better than the last.

Medix spent a majority of his free time in the medical bay, catching Hotshot up on all the work and rescues he's missed.

Medix even completed Hotshot's homework for him.

Hotshot hated being in deep stasis. The urge to force himself online was even stronger than before. All he wanted was to be with his boyfriend and shower him with kisses.

He's been hearing every word that anybot has said to and around him while he's been in stasis.

He even heard the very personal conversation between Blades and Medix... and his processor can't stop thinking about all that was said.

He needed to talk to Medix.

Hell, he needed to see him!

But he was currently alone. Medix was in class.

And Blades...

He didn't even want to know where Blades was.

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Medix took notes throughout the whole class, glancing over at the empty seat next to him every once in a while.

"I'm impressed, Medix", Chase said as he paused in his lecture, "taking that many notes shows dedication."

"Thank you sir. I'm also using these notes so I can relay it all back to Hotshot. I don't want him falling behind."

"How thoughtful", Chase said with a smile, "so I'll expect him to be ready for the test tomorrow?"

"There's a test tomorrow?!", the recruits said in shock.

Chase laughed internally, "No, but I am glad to see that you all are paying attention."

"So... there's no test? At all?", Hoist questioned.

"Oh goodness no", Chase replied, "there will be a test next week, so I suggest that you all study."

The recruits looked like they've seen a ghost.

Chase wanted to laugh, but he felt sympathetic, "Class dismissed."

The recruits quickly booked it out of there.

Once they were in the clear, Wedge turned to Medix, "Can we borrow your notes?"

Medix hesitated, "Well... these notes were actually for Hotshot-"

"Isn't he still unconscious?"

Whirl elbowed Wedge in the side.

"How about we study with you and Hotshot?", Hoist suggested, "That way we can all be together!"

Medix thought about it, "It's a good idea, but I'll have to ask Professor Blades if-"

"Permission granted", Blades said as he passed by the recruits.

"Whoo-hoo! Let's go see Hotshot!", Whirl cheered.

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The recruits were lounged in the medical bay.

Hoist was in a chair.
Wedge leaned against the wall.
Whirl layed on the floor.
Medix sat next to Hotshot on the berth.
And Hotshot was still in stasis.

All of them studying hard for their test next week.

Hotshot could still hear everything that his team was saying.

"I wanna draw a mustache on him."

Oh frag you Wedg-

*CLANK*

"OW! Medix?? Why did you throw a wrench at me?!"

"You are not drawing a mustache on my Hotshot."

Gosh I love you Medix.

Hotshot's sparkrate increased when he felt an all too familiar kiss on his cheekplate.

Hoist was the first to notice his sparkrate on the monitor, "Whoa, uh, guys..? I think-"

Just then, the alarm started blaring. The recruits dropped everything as they ran out.

Medix, however, planted a quick kiss on Hotshot's forehelm, "We'll be back soon, sweetspark."

Then Hotshot was all alone once again.

He hated this.

He hated being stuck in here while his friends and his boyfriend went out and risked their lives to save others.

From what he can hear, his team was called in for a desert rescue.

What could possibly go wrong?

Suddenly, an unusual sounding alarm started going off.

Hotshot had only heard this type of alarm once in his time at the Academy.

And once he recognized it, his spark stopped.

A groundbridge malfunction.

He then overheard Boulder yelling out as he ran past the medical bay, "They're stuck in a sandstorm!"

Hotshot's optics onlined immediately.