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Soundwave had been shot down from the sky.
Soundwave slowly came online. He waited for his systems to recalibate themselves. Once his optics onlined, he could see many warnings littering his HUD. He scanned through the warnings.
One warning caught his eye. "Dangerous internal damage. Seek medical attention."
Soundwave sat up slowly in the snow. His thrusters were smoking from being hit with a blast. His eyes drifted to his abdomen. He was covered in energon, and it just kept bubbling up from inside of him.
Soundwave laid back down into the cool snow as a wave of dizziness hit him. He loathed his squeamish nature. Lazerbeak fluttered her wings in sympathy.
It took him longer than usual to notice footsteps approaching. He inclined his helm toward the sound. There was a blurry shape of yellow approaching. As the form neared, Soundwave could recognize it as Bumblebee.
Soundwave grasped the snow in discomfort as yet another wave of nausea went over him. His visor was foggy and he felt like he was burning.
"...Primus." Bumblebee muttered, kneeling down next to Soundwave. He pulled something red, presumably a medkit, from his subspace.
Soundwave faded in and out of conciousness as Bumblebee began patching him up.
Burning. Soundwave let his visor open up. He gulped down a big breath of chilly air. The world spun, and he was still burning. His systems slowly began to recognize pain.
As his head lolled to the side, he noticed a fuel line attached to his arm. For a moment he almost forgot Bumblebee's presence. His gaze drifted to the autobot. The scout's optics were burning bright, focused on fixing Soundwave.
Suddenly a sharp pain radiated from his stomach, all the way up to his arms. Soundwave gasped for breath. Venting hurt, but the pain was consuming all his rational thoughts.
Soundwave moaned in exhaustion as the pain began to subside. Almost absently he realised Bumblebee was apologizing. A quiet chant of sorries filled the near silent air of the forest.
'Tired...' Soundwave thought absently. He felt like his helm was filled with cotton. '...The autobot will take care of me...' Soundwave let his optics close as the world around him vanished.