[ Verity was buried down deep somewhere under the haze of painkillers and the near constant checkups from Ratchet or June. Eyes screwed tight she sits herself up on the gurney part blanket nest, rubbing her eyes around the dark circles strained under them. She blinks slowly against the bright lights until the voice and the dark shape beside the bed takes on a more familiar countenance. And the name just falls out of her mouth. ]
Bumblebee...?
[ The gears unstick themselves and start turning. Verity is suddenly up and alert. ]
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Bumblebee...?
[ The gears unstick themselves and start turning. Verity is suddenly up and alert. ]
Holy s- Bee!?