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Starscream wasn’t known for his capacity for care. Exactly the opposite, in fact.
So feeling him pick you up so delicately scared you to your core. The damage must be worse than you thought.
“Stars?” You barely manage to get the name out. It hurts to breathe but you’re doing it.
“Don’t. Move.” That was the harshness you were used to, but his face was horribly desperate and scared. You think he’d already run from the conflict if you were guessing by the scenery dimly going by at the edges of your slightly tunneled vision.
“Can’t,” is all you cough out and wince at the action. Ribs are bruised if not broken, you’re pretty sure, and the side of your left calf is on fire with pain…you think you might be bleeding there.
“Good.” The fact he doesn’t continue to berate your stupidity at trying to run into an area under fire is more telling than anything. He’s terrified for you and that makes you quiet yourself. He doesn’t know anything about human biology, but if the damage is scaring him, you’re sure it’s something that might be life threatening to his people.
The sound of human voices is strange after hiding out with him for so long. He doesn’t care about being seen, or blowing his cover, or anything, and that is very very confusing and worrying for you. Those red eyes have never looked so lost.
“Take them to be seen to IMMEDIATELY, if you value your lives,” he growls to someone, and you’re suddenly being taken into a hospital.
“Stars?!” you want to fight it, but you know you can’t. You hear his jets as he makes good his escape. “No…shit, he left me.”
The doctors and nurses are sure he’s the one who hurt you but you just glare at them like he would. They’re stupid, they don’t KNOW Starscream. They don’t know about the nights you’ve both spent exchanging dry barbs at each other or the days when both of you would be too in your own heads to do much besides lay there, you on his chest and him on his berth just…existing together because it hurt too much not to be touching SOMEONE.
He wasn’t perfect, or even good. He wasn’t kind or understanding, but he understood YOU better than anybody else. And hurting you was the last thing he’d ever do.