"Optimus. I need your help immediately." Ratchet spoke into the comm sternly yet softly. Ratchet pulled off the road and onto a graveled one. If his GPS navigation was correct he'd find an abandoned hanger just ahead. There he could do his work.

::What is it Ratchet?:: Optimus deep voice answered.

"You're closest to my position and the humans won't make it to the hospital. I'll have to do my best at this abandoned hanger." Ratchet explained as he pulled into the hanger. There was mostly tractors and such but other than that it was mostly open. There was a pause on the comm link and Ratchet wondered if he even recieved his reply. However once his holoform left his alt he was given a response.

::I'm on my way. I may not be a medic but we will do whatever it takes to keep the children safe.:: Optimus said with a commanding tone.

::Just bring me along, Prime. If the humans are in critical condition I'll handle it.:: Ironhide spoke up. Ratchet pulled the stretchers out the ambulance and brought them to the light. He put the stretchers next to each other and hummed.

"Acknowledged. Now hurry." Ratchet closed the link and took out his medical kit and began work immediately.

...

It was late. Very late. The doors to the hanger were closed and the only light that lit up the building was the headlights of their alt modes. Ratchet and Optimus had finished on the children and waited for their waking. And waited. And waited. Optimus fiddled with his shirt as it was stained with some of the young boys blood. Ratchet was covered. Ratchet wasn't bothered very much, though. Optimus considered it was because a medic for millenia. He was used to it. However, Optimus was not. Optimus wanted to just hug the young boy close and apologize several times. Even though they saved their lives. Unfortunately, they had no gloves to spare (Optimus almost was close to begging for some) but Ratchet had explained that the holoforms would cause no infection to the humans. Optimus was satisfied...slightly. Optimus still felt uneasy as he looked down at his hands. His eyes felt watery but he pushed them away by sitting straighter and sighing heavly.
"I believe it is best for me to bring Ironhide to the base. Please inform me if anything changes." Optimus said as he rose off the ground next to Ratchet. They had been leaning against on of the tractors tires as they waited. Ratchet grunted as he placed a hand on the tractor and pulled himself up. He wiped his hands on his shirt and walked after him.

"Will do. Make sure Jolt gets a good look at Ironhide. I bet the mech is in statsis lock as we spe-." Their attention was turned to a small cough given by the young boy and a stir of the elder female. They froze as they tried moving but they groaned in pain. Ratchet moved then. He quickly ran to their sides and pushed them down gently. "Easy."

"Wh-where am I?" The boy mumbled in confusion and fear.

"What happened?" The female groaned as she clutched her leg in pain.

"There was an accident. You crashed." Ratchet said gently. The females eyes widened and she felt sick.

There was a flash. Metal on metal. Gears grinded and the smell of oil flew willingly into their noses. Carrie screamed. Her throat going dry. There was headlights and there was flips. She swore she saw her life flash before her eyes. Carrie felt her leg get crushed and she whimpered at the sounds of her brothers screams and the pain cursing through her leg and to her upper body. There blood. Yes. All over the car. She had heard glass shatter around her. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly and she screamed her brothers name. Everything rang and the world spun. And then she was out.

Carrie rapidly threw herself up into sitting. Her eyes watering. "Oh God, Michael!" She yelled and looked around her. Her eyes caught Michaels and he cried.

"Carrie!" He whined as he tried reaching for her but cried out in pain when his shoulder moved. His whole right side was bruised and his face was shredded with scratches and bandages. Carries breath caught and she looked toward the medic she was ignoring.

"Where are we!?" She demanded. Ratchet narrowed his eyes.

"I suggest you lower your tone, Carrie is it? You have broke your leg and your have serious cuts all down your left side. Michael I suppose has dislocated his shoulder and managed to get banged up everywhere else. One cut on his throat was almost too deep to his main artery so I highly recommend you take a breath and calm down." Ratchet snapped yet was gentle. Michael blinked and cowered back down to the stretcher.

"Can I ask a question?" He whispered. Optimus cringed at Ratchets annoyed look and walked over.

"Yes you may, young one." He answered. Ratchet grumbled and glared his way. Michael met Optimus eyes.

"Why aren't we in a hospital? Isn't that where your supposed to go if you get hurt?" Michael whispered, hoping the medic didn't hear him so he wouldn't get more angered. Said medic heard him anyway and snorted.

"Your condition was very critical. I decided to pull over and save your lives myself." Ratchet huffed as he went towards the back of his alt. "If you truly wish to go to a hospital I can drive you there in tomorrow afternoon. Right now you need rest." He said reaching in and grabbing some blankets. Carrie watched him carefully.

"Won't you get fired or something? I mean we were supposed to be there already." She scoffed. "Our mom is going to be-." She blinked and her eyes widened. "Our mom is probably worried sick!" She shouted and sat back up again. Ratchet merely sighed as he heard her moan in pain. He walked over and handed the two a blanket. Michael frowned.

"Can I call my mom? I want her." He mumbled as he hugged the folded blanket.

"Oh God my phone..." Carrie whispered in her rambles of worry. "I can't call her." She groaned. Ratchet heaved a sigh.

"Once at the hospital you can call her." Ratchet grunted as he went to shut the back doors of his alt mode. Michael looked down at his hand and arm. His fingers traced along his bandages. Optimus gently took his hand and pulled it away. Michael looked back up and stared into Optimus's eyes with sad ones.

"I want my mom." He whined. Optimus gave a small smile.

"You'll see her. I promise." He nodded. Michael smiled and nodded. Carrie watched him quietly and pondered to herself. One medic and a trucker fixed them up? She was more than suspicious. She was...afraid. Carrie let her and her brother be taken by some random men and be patched up. The medic with the ambulance had an excuse. Carries eyes wandered down to the truckers red stained hands. He did not.