Morning came sooner than expected or wanted and my body still felt heavier then lead. It didn't help more nightmares plagued my sleep, leaving my brain tired for the rest of the day. I wish the nightmares or in general, all of this didn't happen in the first place.

My wings had knots where my wings connected with my back and a little bit up the wing on each wing. The arm that was snapped wasn't feeling any better or anywhere close to healing to a point the ice/cast wouldn't be needed.

Glancing to the left of me where the pile of stolen clothes was lying on the forest floor, I rise of the ground. My legs were forced to move my body over to the pile and I picked up a shirt and pants for me to where for the day.

When finding this place to sleep until morning, I was exhausted from having to fly all the way to Montana and fly to Wyoming in the first place. I dropped the pile of clothes on the ground, drug my feet a few feet away, and collapsed on the floor, out colder than a rock.

Cutting new holes in the shirt for my wings, I slip the shirt on my body and being careful of my horns. Many shirts have been ripped from the sharpness of the edge of the horn; it the way they grew. It felt snug, just the way I like it. Doing the same thing with the pants, the same feeling with the shirts. I was ready for anything to come my way.

Trying to move my wing to get the knots and kinks out, a huge cramp showed up out of nowhere. I fell to my knees from the extreme discomfort and smaller amounts of pain coming from it. Using my hand to message the cramp out (it was quiet difficult from the angle and placement of my wings); I sigh in relief as both the pain and discomfort ebbed away.

Instead of moving the wings to get the kinks out, I had learned from my newly learned lesson. I use my hands to message as much as my hands could reach behind me.

After getting most of the knots out, I gather all the clothes and put them into the duffel bag. Grabbing the brace and tearing open the packaging, I take off the torn clothes and carefully slide it over the ice. I'm going to keep the ice to help with the swelling and numb the pain so when flying it doesn't distract me.

The cast felt weird on my arm and felt tighter and stiffer then the real cast Ratchet had put on. It was going to take some time to get use to the feeling for it. Shit, hopefully Ratchet won't see it or he'll weld my ass to the ceiling of the Med. Bay. He has threatened to do that a couple of times.

Instead of leaving the packaging on the ground like a dumbass idiot would, I stuff it the duffel bag to find a proper place to dispose of the garbage.

Trees surrounded me and were too close for me to take off or hover in. If I was flying at a high speed and kept up that speed up, then maybe I would be able to stay air born. Slinging the duffel bag over my shoulder and letting it rest against my hip on the other side, I start my quest to find a clearing. The duffel bag rubbed and irritated my shoulder a little bit on the trip.

A road could be seen through the thick forest, no cars could be heard driving on it. I advance forward on the hope of using that road as my take off.

It didn't take long for me to reach the road and I stood off to the side making sure no cars were coming. I turned my body to the right and started up a light jog before speeding up to a sprint. The duffel bag kept whacking against my hip at each step forward.

My wings unfurled and caught the air underneath and coming towards them. Pumping my wings to take me higher in the air before any cars could to see, I shifted my direction southwest towards the base. The reason I run to get air underneath my wings is it's easier and less strain on my wings, special with the smaller knots still in the muscles of my wings.

The wind is calm and not pushing me around like a rag doll. Clouds dotted the sky here and there, not giving me the greatest camouflaged with my black shirt and pants.

The base could easily be seen from the high altitude I'm at. Optimus was standing outside of the Main hanger with Trigger Happy/Ironhide and Ratchet. Shit, Ratchet is going to go berserk when he sees my broken arm and I can't camouflage it because my scales don't cover it.

Soldiers littered the ground below in groups, either going to training with Trigger Happy who left with the soldiers. Gladly none spotted me or choose to ignore my shadow as I made my way over to Ratchet and Optimus.

Doc Bot was the first one to see me coming in to hover by them, I it made me feel short and weird if I talk to them from the ground. His expression morphed to surprise and hope until his eyes spotted the black cast on my arm. A scowl took over his face and he marched his way over to me.

"Midnight, where in the Pit have you been!? And what happened to your cast, that is most definitely not the one I put on there," he complained. A tingled ran my body out of nowhere and I whipped my head around to find the source of what had happened.

"Not only did you snap your Ulna and Radius but shattered your thumb, pointer and middle finger Metacarpal bones," he explain. That's why it hurt so badly. I shrug my shoulders to act like it was nothing; it was nothing, I have had worse happen to me. That wasn't a smart thing to do because he looked like he was going to blow a gasket.

"Go to the Med. Bay now," his voice turned dangerously low and it scared me to the bone. Without another thought, I flew quickly to the Med. Bay which is next to the Main Hanger, not saying a word in complaint. He for sure would have my ass if I did.

Ratchet is beyond scary when he can be, especially way more than Ironhide and Optimus combined.

The door was already opened and something was the matter. When Ratchet leaves his Med. Bay for even a couple of minutes, he makes sure his Med. Bay is locked so the Terror Twin can't do anything to it. The chemical odor of cleaning supplies and a cinnamon fragrance wavered into the air from the entrance. I knew who the odors go to and what they are most likely doing.

We entered the Med. Bay and the first thing we spot is the twins messing with some his tools. Ratchet acted on cue, grabbed a wrench from his hidden pocket, and threw it straight into the head of Sideswipe. Bull's-eye didn't have enough time to react and the wrench hit him in the head, leaving a dent.

Sideswipe grabbed his head from the pain coming from it and glanced over to where the wrench flew, which is from the deadly wrench god. "Hatchet, hey, didn't know you would be back so soon. Me and Sunny," he got another whack on his head from his twin, "we were uhhh, we're cleaning your tools for you." It was easy to hear the lie spilling from his metallic lips as I was trained to hear and discover any lies coming from anyone.

Ratchet tolls his optics in reaction and whipped out another wrench to throw. "Get out, now," he used the same tone of voice that he used on me earlier on them. The both of them got the hint and scrambled out of there with their tails between their legs; it was a funny sight to see for the moment until Ratchet signaled for me to land on one of the fours tables for patients.

Landing on the table he wanted me to be on, I sat down and waited for him to do his thing. He transformed into his vehicles form and brought out his holoform to tend to my arm. His hands were colder then excepted for a human when he grabbed my injured arm.

He took off the stolen wrist brace and came to where the ice covered my wrist. A baffled expression appeared on his face as he tapped his finger on it and clicked when his nail made contact with it. His eyes shifted to look up at me with a look to ask me what is on my arm.

"Ice, I can control water and fire. I can turn water into ice also," I explained a little bit uncomfortable of the subject, it wasn't something I like to talk about. His mouth dropped down in astonish before he closed.

"Could you make it go away so I can work on fixing your arm?" he questioned. Following through with his request, I control the ice to melt to its original form and swirl in the air to distract myself from the pain.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him bring out a needle. Thinking he was going to sedate me or something on the lines of that, I scramble to get on my feet and take off into the air in less than three seconds flat. His heads snaps to gaze at me with confusion written all over his face.

"What's the matter?" he questioned. My gaze was fixed on the needle in his hand and fear was running through my body. What is he going to do with that needle? I would kill him if he tried to get that thing anywhere near me. He must have saw where my gaze was and put the needle away back in his kit.

"Do you not like needles?" he inquired. Shaking my head quickly to answer his inquiry, I still stay over twenty feet away just in case. He sighed and motioned for me to come over and land back on the table. Not liking he has the needle near him or at least in grabbing distance, I shake my head once again.

"Your arm will need surgery to fix the shattered Metacarpal's. I won't sedate you as I can clearly see you have had trouble in the past but unless you can handle the pain from me cutting open your hand," he offered. I have been here twelve days and barely any of my trust was given out. The only time my trust was really given out is to Ratchet, he has helped me heal from my injures.

He gives me pleading look, "Midnight, I have sworn to heal and I will heal any patient. Let me help, I promise to never to do something you aren't comfortable with." His voice was filled with something that you would never hear coming from him, desperation. Unlike Sideswipe, his words weren't telling me he was lying, he was telling the truth.

Deciding speedily whether or not to allow him to do the surgery, I timidly fly and landed on the table in front of him.

He smiles widely, "thank you for trusting me. I'm going to numb your arm and cut it open to place pins to keep the bones from moving. Then sew the cut up and have you wear a cast to prevent you from moving your hand. You won't be able to use your hand for about six weeks." The six weeks will be cut in half or earlier because of my faster healing abilities.

It was nerve racking to think about having a needle being stuck inside of me again. Many terrible memories surfaced in my mind and a shiver went down the entire length of my back in reaction.

He does his thing and the surgery went by quickly. He gave a stern lecture about not using the hand for anything for the first four to five weeks. After that he showed me something just for me.

Ratchet leads me over to the window to where a seven by seven foot plat form was held up by two thick metal support beams. Five luscious blanks and three fluffy pillows sat upon the top of the of the metal plat form. "Not wanting you be forced to stay in the forest, I want to strengthen the trust we have with you. So I had this made and placed by a window so whenever you feel uncomfortable of how many bots or humans are in the hanger, you can leave anytime you want."

"Also you don't have to check in with Lennox. With you hopefully wanting to be here more often, he and others won't have to worry about you running off and staying away." Was he not part of the large group thinking I was going to spill their big secret to the world? Glancing up to him hopefully, a smile graced my lips.

Maybe I could fit in?