Bumblebee's p.o.v

There was no way. I couldn't believe it. I looked down. The soldiers were in trouble. The peculiar advancing. They had taken down Hot Rod. He was struggling. There was so many. Scrap. I had to help somehow. I wasn't allowed to go out, due to my sickness. I felt right enough to go out. So I did. Hot Rod let me. Hound and Prime said it was a horrible idea, both in there own ways but that pretty much summing it up right there. Crosshairs said it wasn't ideal! Now that's gotta mean something.
"Alex!" Lennox had shouted across the road drawing some attention towards him. Alex was fighting off two peculiar. I glared and made that my priority. Hot Rod was trying to get back up. I had the sickness already. I didn't think it mattered anymore. I grabbed Alex away. He was shaking. Blood on him. "We're ya bit?" I ask, my voice worried. He shook his head. I let out a vent. "Bumblebee!" Hot Rod was leaking energon. They were all trying to bite him. "Hang on buddy, I'm coming!" I placed Alex in the tank along with the five remaining soldiers one being Lennox. One life was taken in the battle. That was George. He was a good guy. I had to deal with it though. I volunteered for this little milk run as the humans had called it. I stomped over a lot of peculiar to reach my fallen brother. "I gotcha," Hot Rod was grunting. "Side. Hurts." He managed to grunt out. I nodded. "I know brother. I got ya." He was looking at me. "I'm gonna get sick. Aren't I?" He looked like me. When I had my voice taken away. When Ratchet had broken the news to me. "Not if I get you to Hound in time."

We were pulling into base and closing the giant metal doors. They were automatic shit and close so I didn't have to do anything. Only the operator. The doors were just as tall as me. Therefore not taller than any other bot. Hound was awaiting at the entrance. "I told you so." I glared. "Just give him metrical assistance please." Hot Rod was brought into the light of the base. It illuminated over every dent and snapped wire. Just like the sun setting over the horizon in the morning. I wish it had been that instead. Hounds expression changed completely. "Oh no." He told me to come along with him. I had listened. "Put him on that berth." Everyone filled the room. The soldiers that were just out took off their helmets. "Get me rags Bee." I nodded and took off. I ran into Crosshairs on the way. "What's the rush kid?" I just passed him and kept going. "Hey," He was calling after me but I had to hurry. I grabbed as many as possible and ran back past him. This time he followed me. We ran back into the main room. I set the rags on the side table in Hounds reach. He had taken one to start with. "He's gonna be alright. He just gonna get the sickness. No bleeding out though."
This was all my fault. It was all my fault. That's all I could think. I didn't know how it was but it had to be. "Bee!" I looked at Drift. "Hey, you're hyperventilating. Calm down." I looked at him. "Why did I have to be so stupid? I went out there." Drift sighed and shook his helm. "Hey, he's here because of you. This would have happened either way but they wouldn't have made it." I nodded. I could see where this was coming from. It was the truth. "Sorry." He shook his helm. "No need to be sorry kid," Crosshairs smiled. "He's okay!" Hound shouted everyone jumped. Hot Rod grumbled and groaned. "Shut up. My helm is hurting ya idiot." I smirked. I made it over to him. He was coughing something. "Hey brother. Looks like we get to be even more similar." I shook my helm. "Alright get some rest." He nodded then started to drift off.

     Drift's p.o.v

     Optimus sighed and shifted. "Bumblebee, Both you nor Hot Rod is aloud to leave base without permission." Bumblebee nodded, "yes sir. Sorry for breaking your last order. I-I was-." Bumblebee was cut off when Optimus put his servo on his shoulder plating. "Old friend, do not worry."