"Ratchet! It hurts."

"If you stop whimpering so much, I might be able to help you," he said. I flinched as he touched my face with a cold wet cloth. He pulled back, "just lay still, alright?" He pushed me back on the mattress. He continued to cool the bruises. "You know... if you keep crying, you might not be able to look normally through your tomorrow," he said. "What am I supposed to do now?" I asked. "We will figure something out," he replied. "Maybe they're right."
"You shouldn't give in just because your father beat you up. It's your life," he said. "I know... I know. I don't like this either," I mumbled. Ratchet looked up, "shall I ask Sunstreaker to pass by?" He asked. "No, he doesn't have to see me like this," I muttered. "You think he'll make fun of you?" He scoffed. "It's not about that... he's rude but not the type of mech to bully everyone."

"He cared more about you than he shows."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but you feel like he doesn't."
"He hates humans. I like what we have, don't want to ruin that."

Ratchet glanced at me again. "Let me call him." Ratchet would do it anyway, with or without my permission. I hissed. "Paige, sit still. I can't help you this way," Ratchet said. "It hurts," I scowled. "You want him to help you or what?" I perked my head up. Sunstreaker strode in and examined my state for a brief moment. "I thought I taught you how to fight," he said. "Her father surprised her last night," Ratchet said. "Your father? He did this to you?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I gave a small nod.

"She wants to quit."
"You're not gonna quit, Chatty." I snorted, "I don't like this either," I replied grimly. "You don't need them. You can make your own choices," he said. "Beside... you got me so for what do you need them?" He scoffed. His words smoother the pain a little. Ratchet stitched a few wounds and gave me another injection. "Stay with her until the pain killers start to work. I have to go back but I trust you with her," Ratchet said. Sunstreaker hummed. "Thank you, Ratchet."

"Call me if something is wrong. Sunstreaker will stay with you, alright?" I nodded. As Ratchet left, Sunstreaker turned back towards me. "You can't quit," he said. I leaned into his hand. "You're going to move, right?" He asked. I nodded, "if you don't like being alone,I can ask Sideswipe to keep you company if I am not there to do it or... I can make time for you. I can ask Prowl to change my patrol schedule. We can figure something out."

"That's so sweet, thank you."

Sunny lowered his head and rested his forehead against mine for a few minutes. "Enough now," He groused and got up. "Time for me to inspect this room." I frowned, "you don't necessarily have to..." he shot me a glare. "Unless you want too," I muttered. He opened some drawers and grabbed my sketchbook. "I have to admit that you got better in drawing me," he said as he flipped through some pages. "Why did you make this drawing?" He turned around to show me the page. "What was the idea behind it?" He asked.

"I don't know... you were in a bad mood and you looked horrible so I drew you as a zombie. He's kinda scary." He looked at it again. "I am so insulted," he muttered. "He's realistic tho... For some time I was in a horror vibe and wanted to draw everything in horror style." He snorted, "why?" He asked. I shrugged, "dunno." He went through all my drawers and closet.

"Is this my shirt?"

He held it up. "Yeah." He gave me a look. "You forgot about it after your training session, so... I basically found it," I said. "It doesn't even smell like me anymore." He said as he sniffed. "No, I wear it a lot."

"Why?"
"Why not? It's comfy."
"It's my shirt! You stole it!"
"I found it actually. You left it behind in the training hall."
"You should've returned it."
"It's my favorite shirt."

Sunstreaker shook hi head and threw it aside. "You don't wear my clothing, Paige." I sighed softly, not in the mood to argue or explain him. Sunstreaker picked up a book, "don't read it." He arched a brow. "Please, put it back down." He snorted, "Please. I am not in the mood for this." He sighed and placed the book back down. It surprised me he put it back down considered the fact he's usually not that obeying.

"Don't cry. Here." He threw me his shirt he just found. "Just don't cry," he sulked. "I wanna know what you wrote in the book though. I am going to find out soon or later," he warned. "It's not about you. It's personal and I don't like it if you would read my journal." He arched a brow, "that's new." I curled up and shut my eyes. "You wouldn't understand," I muttered. "Why not?"

"You're a psychopath. You don't feel empathy or sympathy," I muttered. He shrugged, "that I have lack of empathy doesn't mean I don't understand or can not relate. You should know what I have been through with my parents. They turned me into this hateful monster. I don't like being me but I am the way I am. Okay fine, yeah, I fantasy about killing and it excites me but I pick my victims carefully. You're not on my list."

"Not yet?"

"Haven't decided yet." Sunstreaker flashed me a smirk. There's so much going on behind his facial features. He's dangerous but I love him to death. "Usually, I am obsessed with my victims but I have to admit that I am kinda surprised and honored someone is so obsessed with me. Especially for a mech. I have had some copycats in the past that liked my style of killing and got obsessed with me but they were all mechs. Femmes stated miles away from me and how can I blame them.

"I am not a huge fan of your killing but, I do like your dominant nature and the fact you're straight forward. At least your clear," I mumbled. "True..." he sat down on the edge again and studied my face with his lifeless icy blue eyes. He seemed to stare straight through my soul. "Do your parents know I am here?" He asked. "No, they don't. Mom and dad left me this morning."

"Let's surprise them, shall we?" He asked. "Are you gonna kill then?" I whispered. "No, not yet but I won't leave the damn house either. I am going to hide and stalk like I always do. I will creep them out," he growled. His eyes turned darker and his full psycho side rose up. He's really creepy in moments like this. I rather stay on his good side. "I am the only one who's allowed to beat you up and slice your throat open or to rip out every fucking organ and feed it to the sharks!"

"Thanks... I guess."

He glanced at me with that all too familiar blank stare. "I mean, I will eventually." I hummed, "that's really comforting. Exactly what I need right now," I said sarcastically. "Do you have kitchen knives here?" He asked. "Because that knife isn't good enough?" I asked, pointing at his thigh. "People always freak out if knives suddenly vanish and appear somewhere in a bedroom wall," he grinned devilishly. I shuddered. I thought this would go differently. I am just tired and still sad, he's not helping at all. Perhaps this is his way of cheering people up but honestly, he's freaking me out. Sunstreaker got up and left, heading towards the kitchen to grab some knives.