"Is she going to be okay?"

As I open my eyes, I'm looking at a white ceiling. At first everything feels numb. I think I'm opening my mouth, but no words come out. I can't turn my head.

"She just needs some rest."

Why are they speaking so loudly? How can I rest if they are yelling like that? I try to move my fingers and pain rushes through my body. I feel like I was hit by a truck. Everything is so fuzzy.

"Just some rest? She collapsed, and her head banged against the pavement. If she only had a mild concussion, she would be awake by now."

I collapsed? Ow my head feels like it's going to explode. I must have made some noise; two faces are hovering over me.

"Thank god you awake."

Drake? What is he doing here? What am I doing here? Why can't I speak?

"Don't try to talk yet. You've been out for a few days and you hit your head very hard."

My sight is beginning to clear up and I see who I'm assuming is a nurse and then there is Drake. His eyes are wide with fright. I can see just how scared he is. His deep brown eyes are dilated. I've never seen him look at me like this. There's something else and I can't tell what it is.

"Rebecca, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten mad. I understand why you didn't tell me. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I know it has not been easy and I should have been easier on you. I'm sorry. I'm so glad you're okay."

I am very happy for the apology, but I wish he would get out of my face.

"Airman please, I need you to back up. Her heart rate is picking up. We need her relaxed." The nurse gives Drake a small glare.

Drake must have gotten yelled at already; he backs away immediately. It's not just Drake that is causing my heartrate to spike. I want to get out of the bed. I want to be able to move. I want to know what is wrong with me. I was stressed, but not stressed enough to pass out. I am finally able to move my fingers and I think everything else. I feel my toes now too. Well I can move them. I probably could feel them the whole time, I just didn't try. I'm still a little out of it. I move my hand up to my face and I feel that there is something attached to my face. Probably that breathing tube thing.

"We believe you had a panic attack. Your heart is under an extreme amount of stress. Try not to move too much."

"Panic...attack. What...What...kind of...stress?" It sounded a lot better in my head than it did as it came out.

"It could be work, your personal life. Anything really. If your holding onto it and not letting it go. No way to release the stress. It can do damage to your heart."

"But I've...been fine." I try to sit up, but I'm pushed back down.

"You may have felt fine, but clearly your heart hasn't." The nurse says standing back up after pushing me.

"I need to leave here. I have a report to finish." I try changing the conversation. I already know what kind of stress I've been under and my report is one of them.

"We need to keep you under observation for another night before you can go finish that report." She says.

"No no, I need to go. The Captain is going to already be pissed off at me as it is. I got to get out of here." I start to try and get the wires connected to me off, but I'm stopped with a larger hand covering mine.

"Rebecca, please listen to the nurse. You need to relax." Drake says quietly, his eyes filled with worry.

"Fine. Where am I? This doesn't look like the med bay." I look straight up at the ceiling again.

"Jasper Hospital. We had to do a CT scan. Your base doesn't have one. We had to check for any brain damage." The nurse says grabbing a clipboard and starts writing some things down.

"How hard did I hit the ground?" I rub my head; I can feel a bump on the back.

"Pretty hard. I tried to catch you, but you fell before I could do anything. You even tried to grab my uniform." Drake explained.

"You were the one in front of me. I couldn't grip anything. Everything went so fuzzy. I couldn't breathe."

"That's all part of a panic attack. I'm going to go get the doctor. He will be happy your awake."

"You'll be happy to know that your protectors have been here patrolling the place the whole time you've been here." Drake sat down on the bed.

"What about Dreadwing?" I whisper. Still not looking at anything but the ceiling.

"I'm sorry. He hasn't been seen since us leaving the field op."

"Where is my phone?" I reach my hand out hoping to feel something on the bedside table.

"Here." Drake hands it to me.

I push myself up into a sitting position. Drake attempts to help me, but I only push him away. I'm still somewhat mad at him. Even though he is the only one at my side. I should be thankful, but I don't know how to just yet. He did help me get to this bed. My screen lights up as I power the phone on. Messages start to pop up left and right. I slowly start to read them. All of them from Dreadwing. First asking how I am. Then it's why aren't I answering. Am I okay? What is going on? As I'm reading another one pops up. He's worried sick about me. I feel so bad for making him worry. I immediately answer telling him I'm in the hospital. To which he replies with that he's on his way. I tell him he can't come here, the Autobots are outside. That I'm okay. Then he stops answering. I fear he is on his way anyway. I'm not sure where he plans on landing or hiding his jet.

"Dreadwing is on his way." I say as calmly as I can.

"What! He can't come here." Drake growled.

"I told him not too, but it's kind of hard to stop a giant metal being. Especially through text."

"Oh great. I'll go warn Optimus." He gets up and heads towards the door.

"Befriended Optimus?" I smirk.

All he does is scoff at me before heading out the door. I don't know what to do while I wait. So I let my mind wonder and it takes a turn for the worst. I think of everything that has happened up until now. I think of when I first met Dreadwing up to when I found out he was an alien. Then meeting the Autobots and trying to keep all these secrets. Trying to continue to do my job. Run a platoon and please the captain. Then that time I got one of the airman sick. Letting him touch the webbing we found. Thinking back, I wonder who was in the woods. Was it the Decepticons? None of the Autobots can spray webbing. It's the only logical thing I can think of. I should ask Agent fowler if he knows anything about that day. My thoughts are soon disrupted.

"What happened?" The doors burst open and standing before me is Dreadwing. In his flight suit and everything.

"I just passed out, nothing to worry out." I spit out.

"You're on a medical berth. I haven't heard from you in three days. That is something to worry about." He argued.

"Well I guess I have been a little stressed. I'm good now I promise. I'm going to be out of here in no time." I reach out for his hand, he gives it to me, slowly, but his hand is in mine. "I'm alright."

I can see him shaking slightly, but it seems to ease as I start to rub my thumb over his hand. I wonder why he seems so worried. I want to ask him, but I don't know how. Unfortunately, I don't even get to continue to ponder when the doctor walks in.

"First Lieutenant Rebecca Jane." That voice sounds familiar. The doctor walks in. He's probably just under six feet, average build with red hair and I think there are white highlights, but his eyes are what get me. They are the purest set of blues I've every seen. Like the eyes of the metal giants.

"So, you have a mild concussion brought on from collapsing after passing out. The passing out being brought on by stress. I'm sure being a lieutenant can be very stressful..."I let the 'doctor' continue to talk and I started to let my mind wonder off. He's only going to tell me to relax, go see a therapist. Something don't have the time or the want to do. "I am going to release you, but I want to see you back in a few weeks to check up on the bump on your head."

I heard release and listened in. Dreadwing also gripped my hand tighter.

"I'll make sure she isn't over stressed at work." Drake pipped in.

"Cool I can leave. I like that plan. Get me out of here." I rip off the blankets that lay over me and move to get up, forgetting I'm covered in wires.

"Let me get those off of you." It's the same nurse from before, her black hair wrapped up in a low bun. "I'm nurse June by the way. Sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner."

"That's no problem. I just want to get out of here."

Once the wires are off, I jump out the bed and proceed to fall over. Dreadwing and Drake both reach out and grab me before I land on the ground.

"Be careful!" The doctor growls.

"Sorry." I mumble and grab my clothes. "Can ya'll leave for a moment?"

Everyone starts to shuffle out, but not the doctor. He closes the door behind everyone and then walks over to me. I get the feeling he isn't done talking to me yet. I set my clothes on the bed and wait for him to speak.

"Rebecca, it's me Ratchet." He starts and my jaw drops. "Close the mouth. You won't be coming back here to get checked up on. When your at base, I'll keep any eye on you. You do need to be careful. I'm sure from knowing about all of us and trying to keep it from your peers, its all just bottled up and getting attacked didn't help. We are going to keep you safe, but you have to be able to work with us."

"Will Dreadwing be able to visit me if I'm at base?" The minute I said the question I felt stupid. "I'm sorry that was a stupid question. Of course he can't. He's the enemy."

"I'm sorry. He may seem to care about you but we can't take any risks of him finding our base." He stated putting a hand on my shoulder. "Now I'll leave you be so you can change."

With that he leaves the room and I'm alone to my thoughts.                                                                                                                                                                         

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Hey guys, 

Sorry I have been taking so long to publish chapters. My life has gone crazy in the past few months and writing has gotten very difficult for me to do. Thank you for being patient with me and supporting me. I will try to pick up the pace. 

Oh and by the way, I am not a doctor. I tired to do some research for this chapter, but I'm sure my symptoms and dignoses are still not up to par. Please work with me. 

Thank you, 

Shelby77gt