The Lost Light, outside the medical bay

At the moment, you were waiting outside of the medical bay. The crew had gotten into battle, and your best friend got badly hurt. You were now waiting for Ratchet to come out and tell you if your friend was okay or not.

You were anxious, waiting for the news. So anxious you were nauseous, even. Your spark was pounding in your chassis and you stared at the floor as you waited, with wide eyes. Your servos were shaking and you couldn't focus. This was about your best friend, afterall.

You had been friends with this mech/femme since you were kids, and the bond between you two grew strong. You were always together, the most comfortable around each other, and you loved each other dearly. You were always worried when something happened to the other and you'd always be there for each other. It's like you shared your sparks together. Inseperable.

Your helm snaps up when you hear the door to the medbay open.

"So??."

You ask while you stand up. Desperation in your voice as Ratchet walks out.

The med-bot looks at you, with a soft, somewhat sympathetic expression, though he was also very serious.

"{{user}}, I.. I'm really sorry..."

He says, with a small shake of his helm.