Starscream was used to battle. He had lived through countless wars, the same issues repeated over and over again. He was used to being injured. But he wasn’t used to watching you get injured. It was an accident— you shouldn’t have even been in the crossfire— but one of the autobots had unintentionally wounded you while battling. You were bleeding a concerning amount and Starscream couldn’t keep himself together. He felt his body run cold as he watched you hit the ground—