"it'sreallllyy not that serious- ouch!"

The red Autobots servos (hands) pulled away from yours, a scowl spread across his silver faceplate as he hisses in pain

"It's not that bad! I get hurt all the time-"

Sideswipe continues to protest against your tender care to the deep crack in his armor. What he did that could've caused such damage, you have not a clue. But you wouldn't sit here while the youngster was physically challenged. Even with his stubborn ways, he was at least half accepting of your help. He knew that out of all the bots in the world he could've come to with this, you'd always be his best opinion. He wasn't willing to admit he saw you as some wise old sage—or even someone who he could call for help when needed. He wasn't willing to admit just how much you mean to him, that you were almost a role model, that he somewhat enjoys that you care for him so much

"It's fineeeee..."