I softly rubbed Skyla's head. She smiled at me. 'You're okay?' The female nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck. 'Shall I stay tonight?' I asked. Just by seeing her smile I already knew her answer. 'Alright, one sec.' I got up and searched for my twin. 'I sleep next Skyla tonight.' Sideswipe hummed but nodded with hesitation. 'Alright, can I have a word with her for a minute?' He asked. 'Tomorrow,' I said and turned around. 'I'll keep it quick,' he added. 'Tomorrow,' I said more firmly this time.

I shut the door behind me and undressed until only boxers remind and laid beside her. She instantly laid against me and shut her eyes. 'You really need to see a doctor,' Skyla whispered. 'I am okay, just go to sleep,' I stated. The female nodded and sucked in a breath while getting comfy. She fell asleep quite fast, but I didn't. I kept rubbing her head. I probably should've have treated my brother like the second day I got him back but she means everything to me. In the six month she was with me, she never got hurt and she goes out one with my twin and she's injured and upset.

The next morning, we got up together and joined my brother downstairs. I left towards the kitchen so Sideswipe could have his moment. I listened half to what my brother was saying. 'I am sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you,' he said. I glanced at Skyla to see her reaction. 'It's alright,' she signed. I joined them with coffee. Only Skyla drinks tea. She isn't really too fond about the taste of of coffee.

I rubbed her head before settling next to her. 'Don't you want to eat?' She signed. 'Nah, I am a little nauseous,' I said and waved my hand. She frowned, 'have you seen Ratchet?' I sighed. 'Don't worry so much,' I snorted and dismissed her. She shook her head and started eating. After dinner, I had to lay on the couch for a moment. Skyla sat beside me and lifted my shirt to have a look. She shook her head and looked me in the eyes. You promised to see Ratchet last day. Why are you so stubborn? It's infected,' she said. 'Can you relax? It will heal,' I said and watched her lay her hand on my forehead before walking upstairs.

Sideswipe had crossed his arms and looked down at me. 'You are still stubborn. Listen to her for once,' he said. 'I listen a lot to her, thank you.' I looked at the staircase again. I had never seen that look in her eyes and I wasn't sure if I was amused or in awe. 'What?' I asked. 'Let's make a deal... if your temperature is normal. So, 98.6°F is what I am talking about... you'll fine and I won't ask you but if it's higher than that, I will get Ratchet personally.'

She held up the thermometer. 'You're are joking, right?' She kept staring at me. I glared at Sideswipe as he started laughing. 'This is ridiculous,' I snapped. She gave me that look. I snitched the thermometer from her hands. 'Turn around,' I snapped. She turned around. 'You too, Sideswipe.' He smirked and walked over to the kitchen. 'How do I even—' I looked at Skyla, she was glancing at me. 'What did I say?' I snapped.

''It's not that hard! Stick it in your ass!'

I glared at her. 'Go to the kitchen,' I snapped. 'Don't you see I am worried about you? Infection is bad and I only want you to be fine because I care about you,' she signed. I sighed, 'I know...' I sulked. 'You would make me do it too,' she added and walked up to me, kissing my forehead. 'Please,' she whispered near my ear. 'Alright, fine...' I pushed her aside. She walked over to the kitchen.

I already knew I probably had a fever. Considered I was cold while my body was warm. I had just hoped it would go away and heal itself. I looked at the thermometer and hummed softly. 103°F. That's not good. I glanced at Skyla as she walked in and before I could even say anything she snitched it out of my hands. She shook her head. 'Skyla wait!' I fell off the couch in my rush. 'Bro, dude... seriously...' Sideswipe grabbed me and sat me back down. 'I told you to see Ratchet,' he said.

'I will call him.'

Skyla gave me a look. 'I already texted him,' she signed. 'I can call himself,' I snapped. 'Than why haven't you done that yesterday? Or when you started to feel sick?' She signed. 'Because I thought it would go away. I don't want them to know I am hurt... it's my fault.' Sideswipe snorted and crossed his arms. 'Prowl pissed you off. He knows how you react and he was feeding you. It's not completely your fault but it is your fault it got this bad.'

I sighed and looked at Skyla. 'Listen to your brother,'  She signed. My brother lifted my shirt again and removed the bandaid. It was swollen, painful, and white puss came out of it. My brother gagged and got up. 'That is just gross and smells horrible,' he said, tiling his head. Skyla knelt down between my legs and studied the wound. She's handling it much better than the cry baby over there. She grabbed a few napkins and brushed some puss from the wound. I flinched. She laid me down and rubbed my scalp. 'You are stubborn.' I leaned u to her palm. 'I know.'

Ratchet arrived 20 minutes later and sat down beside me. 'Hmm.' I glared at him. 'What's that supposed to mean?' I snapped. 'That's not good... that's really bad,' he said, staring me straight through my soul. 'I can't treat you here for this. You need an antibiotic infuse right now and I need to flush that out. Perhaps there's still some wood stuck in it. You can get seriously ill from this. You're coming with me.' He got up.

'What about Skyla?'

'Sideswipe will keep an eye on her,' he said. I looked at them. 'Don't worry, she'll be fine,' he said. Skyla gave a small nod and hugged me. 'Just go, I'll be fine,' she whispered in ear, softly enough that only I could hear it. I got up. 'Fine.' I grabbed my shirt and shoes. Skyla helped me a little bit with my shirt and laced my shoes so I didn't had to bend. 'She'll be fine,' Sideswipe said. I sighed. Not happy with the situation.

At the base, I had asked Ratchet to keep this a low profile. 'I am going to be home at December 31th,' I stated. 'Well than I suggest you do exactly as I say,' he said, grabbing a few things. 'I am going to give you an anesthetic and flush out the wound,' he said. He grabbed a mask and put it over my face. He turned on the gas and I was out in only a few seconds.