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Heatwave is torn apart. They all are, but as the most aggressively protective of the Rescue Bots, he shows it the most violently. Throughout the entire time Mic is in the hospital, he spends his time either on patrol or beating the hell out of the metal training log, furious at himself for not being fast enough and furious at the world for putting her in that situation. Mic was so bright and full of life. She looked so small when Chase lifted her bleeding body out of the rubble. He turns his worry, fear, and despair into inconsolable wrath because itās the only way he knows how to cope. Itās the only way he knows how to protect himself from pain. Heās lost loved ones before, and he doesnāt know what heāll do if he loses the little human thatās like his daughter. That heād gladly die for. It should have been him.
Chase is numb. The shock should have worn off by now, but it hasnāt. His servos still twitch and clench as if he can still feel the tiny warm body cradled in them and see the red liquid spattering his fingertips. He doesnāt sleep, doesnāt stop working, because of he does his mind will wander. Heāll see how pale and still she was and wonder if her eyes would ever open again. Whenever Chief orders him to rest, which he does - āYou need to rest, partner, you wonāt be able to function if you donātā - he replays the accident over and over and over again in his head, visualizing how it could have gone betterā¦ and how it could have gone worse. Could he have gotten there quicker and saved her? Could he have held the ceiling up? What if she hadnāt gotten Chief out of the way and they had both been hurt? What that ceiling beam had fallen at a different angle and crushed her spine? The questions spiral endlessly, and all Chase can do is wait for news while worry ruthlessly clenches his spark like a vice.
Blades is distraught. He has always been the most anxious āBot on the team. He follows Chief around constantly, asking questions rapid fire whenever the older human gets a call - Was that the hospital? Is she okay? Is she going to live? When is Mic coming home? - to the point where he worries Chief is two seconds from kicking him out of the firehouse. But he canāt help it. He paces around constantly, unable to sit still, unable to stop moving due to nerves. Itās horrible to have to wait, so he tries to occupy his mind. Would Mic like a welcome home party when she gets back, or will she be too tired? Will she be the same? Will she recover? He wants to see her again - see her smile, make her laugh with his (usually poorly timed) pop culture references - but they donāt know when Mic is coming home yet. Humans are so fragile compared to Cybertronians, and while he knows Mic is strong, he worries that irreparable damage was done. He worries she might not come home at all.
Boulder watches the others, human and Cybertronian alike. Heās always been the rock of the team, always coped with traumatic situations the best. He was a construction bot in Kaon before he was a Rescue Bot, so heās seen his fair share of hell. Heatwave lashes out when heās hurting, Chase shuts down, and Blades canāt sit still. Boulder developed healthy coping tactics. So he tries to help the others, tries to drag them away from their vices. But sometimes, when heās soothing himself - painting, or calmly and logically negating anxious thoughts - he remembers how Micās breath faltered and how she barely opened her eyes even as Dani lifted her into Blades to rush her to the hospital. The paintbrush falters, and his throat burns. But Boulder keeps forging ahead, trying to keep the others from spinning out of control, because he has to. Heās their rock, and if heās not doing it for them, heās doing it for Mic. She wouldnāt want them to fall apart like this. But how can one not fall apart when someone they love so dearly is so badly hurt?
Here ya go! Some freshly served Rescue Bots angst :D - Leaf
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