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Cheetor entered Bumblebee’s quarters, finding Bumblebee on the bed, quietly scrolling through his datapad.
He actually looked better than this morning. Bumblebee had caught a cold, and for the past few days, had been stuck in his quarters, while Cheetor still had duties to do.
“Hello, Bumblebee! How are you feeling?”
Bumblebee smiled at Cheetor. “A lot better! Should be going back to regular duties tomorrow.”
Cheetor hopped onto the bed, Bumblebee immediately cuddling up to him.
“That’s great, Bumblebee!” Cheetor wrapped his arms around Bumblebee. He didn’t fear getting whatever Bumblebee had; he had already gotten sick a little while ago.
“Ya, it’ll be great to be on the field again!”
Cheetor brought their helms close together, well, how close they could go with Cheetor’s neck guard, and nuzzled them together.
“You should get some rest, though, Bumblebee.”
Bumblebee sighed as Cheetor brought both of them down. “Ya, I should. Gotta get some rest before I’m back out tomorrow!”
*
Oh, he thought he would be better.
The pool of purged energon on the floor beside his bed said otherwise.
“Bumblebee? Are you okay?”
Cheetor’s voice was muffled by the ringing in Bumblebee’s audials. He felt more awful, he was fine a few hours ago, what happened?
”Let’s get you into the washracks, okay?”
Bumblebee nodded as he held onto Cheetor, walking slowly to the washracks. His tanks felt funny, as if he didn’t get everything out…
As soon as they made it to the washracks, Bumblebee fell to the ground and threw up again. Cheetor went down with him, rubbing his back as he purged the rest of his tanks out.
When Bumblebee was done, he slumped against Cheetor. “Frag…”
“It’s okay, Bumblebee.”
Bumblebee buried his face in Cheetor’s neck guard. “I thought I would be better…”
Cheetor was about to say something, but it was cut off by Bumblebee gagging. Nothing came up, he had nothing to throw up now.
“Primus…I hate this…”
Cheetor hugged Bumblebee. “I know, Bumblebee.” He placed a kiss on Bumblebee’s forehead. “Do you want any energon?”
Bumblebee shook his head as he groaned. He didn’t want to be thinking of putting anything into his tanks. “I just wanna recharge…”
Cheetor nodded as he scooped up Bumblebee, carrying him back to the bed.
“I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning, Bumblebee.”
Bumblebee wasn’t entirely confident in that anymore.