autobotheadquarters

“We gotta save Henry.” “Slow down there,” Misdirect said, “For now you need to rest.” Despite the easy atmosphere, there was something else to the mood, like he was being overly cautious. I guess running off on my own had been very surprising to him, it was as if he wasn’t sure what to make of me again. “Enough rest,” still standing I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the throbbing pain beneath my bandages. The pain was getting harder to ignore by the minute, it was making me feel almost woozy. “It’s been eating me up inside not knowing what the plan is. We need to discuss some of this or I’m going to lose my mind.” Misdirect took a seat. I hadn’t seen the large stool that had been pulled up to the table I stood on, He rested an elbow on the table’s surface, hand against his cheek. “We’re having a meeting soon, very soon. But what did you want to discuss?” “Henry,” I said, “He’s all alone on that ship. What if he’s actively dying right now?” What if I was actively dying