Another cough came from my lungs after a couple of days of being back and my sore throat protested against the cough. Whatever this was has been with me for at least a day. The coughing started earlier in the day and was progressing and getting worse throughout the day.

My throat is torn up from the cough fits and the irritated tissue of my throat. It was slight burnt from my stomach acid being thrown up from how bad it got. There wasn't much in my stomach after the food has been processed through my body and only left the acid to be thrown up.

A huge headache and times when my breath was hard to catch also came with whatever is coming over me. Chest pain was part of the whole 'sickness' (it can't be a sickness because my immune system is too high for any diseases) and this time it wasn't because of not being nearby the twins.

There wasn't anyone at the training area surprisingly, especially at this time with it being a couple hours in the afternoon. I was lying in the mound of snow, attempting to cool my over heating body and melting said snow pretty quickly. Shade casted over my body from the concrete wall protecting me since the wind was starting to pick up after awhile.

Hissing under my breath and shift onto my front for the snow to have more contact with my chest, I hear the familiar footsteps of a human. His smell wavered into the air with others of the human kind, Shawn with his friends are making their way into the large training area.

Shawn spots me on a mound of snow and rushes over, thinking I was injured or something on the lines of that. "Night! Are you okay? Do I need to get Ratchet?" Shawn questions while kneeing down in front of me and placing his hand on my forehead. He retracts his hand faster than a cheetah like the heat coming off of my forehead had burned him.

"You're hotter than the sun, you must be sick," Shawn commented while looking over my body for any injuries. Turning away as another coughing fit begun, I attempted to sit up but my arms shook underneath and were too weak to hold my body. My hands also slips and I fall back down into the pile of snow.

Groaning from irritation of what has fallen on me, I snuggle deeper in the mound of snow. "Night, I'm not going to leave you here. Either you somehow get yourself on your feet or I'll have my group of friends carry you to Ratchet. If I was you, I would choose the first one," Shawn ordered. Huffing and unsteadily getting on my feet, I somehow get myself air born above Shawn and his group of friends.

Not wanting to worry anyone of my predicament, I land onto of the concrete barrier and settled on top of it. Shawn wasn't happy that I wasn't following through his order. "Midnight, get your ass down here or at least get yourself to Ratchet or I will call for Optimus to get you down and he will gladly help me." I didn't know what that ending part of Optimus gladly helping him but it kind of came off like a threat.

"Does it look-, "multiple coughs interrupted my sassy comment and after the delayed comment, I continued. "Does it look like I care? Optimus, Ratchet, and even Ironhide don't scare me," I shouted down to him on the ground and gave him a nice, weak bird with my middle finger.

My body protested against me resting on my elbows on the concrete wall and failed to hold them up. I move a tiny bit to rest in between where the concrete rises above the flatter part and snuggle in the foot of snow on top of here. The below freezing snow wasn't helping keeping my body down to a normal temperature for me and was quickly melting under my body.

Shawn didn't say anything else and left to probably fulfill his promise to get Optimus, the tallest out of all the bots. His footsteps could be heard making their way to Optimus' office which is right next to the training area. It's snug in between the training area and the occupants of the base barracks with Prowl and Jazz's right next to it.

It wasn't even five minutes later when the heavy pedesteps of Optimus and tiny footsteps could be heard making their way over to me. He did fulfilled his promise and gotten Optimus to try to get me off of the barrier. One thing I had gotten from both parents is their stubbornness. He'll try all he might but won't be able to get me off of here. The barrier is too tall for him to reach up here to grab me so all he can do is attempt to get me down.

Optimus strolled over to where I lay and does a scan over my body, the tingles always feels weird. "Midnight, Shawn believes you have fallen ill and my scans do suspect that you have a sickness," Optimus spoke with baritone voice filled his higher ranking above everyone at the base.

"I'm fine, it's probably just a bug and will be gone by the end of the day," I threw out there like it was nothing. Grumbling under my breath from the snow underneath already melted, I shifted my body to an area where more snow laid. My ears caught the sound of Boss Bot sighing from my stubbornness and attempted to reach up with his servo to grab. Like I have said before, the wall is about fifty tall and seven feet thick and wouldn't be able to reach me with his thirty or so tall frame.

"Midnight, it would easier on everyone and yourself if you went to Ratchet. He will check your systems and if there is not anything out of place, you can come back and lay in the snow," Optimus offered. Mocking him with my hands and huffing out a bloom of smoke, I stand up wobbly on my feet and carefully stepped to the edge of the wall to gaze down at them.

Shawn is giving me a stern look like a father would do to their child for not listening while Gabi, she was with them, had her hand on her hips, attempting to be the sassy bitch that everyone knows she is. Optimus also held them same father figure and knowing expression to follow his orders.

It would be useless to argue with them and Shawn is a bit stubborn; he wouldn't give up so easily on forcing me to see the Medic Bot. Plus if Ratchet got wind of me being maybe sick, he would stomp his way down here, somehow grab me, and take me against my will back to the Med. Bay for a look over; which he would most likely find something to keep me there and away from the outside world.

Stretching out my winds and almost being pushed off by the gusts of winds making it a blizzard out here, I take off in the air (almost didn't make it with the muscles in my wings not having enough energy to take me in the air) and salute them a goodbye. I pump my wings harder against the wind and turned my direction towards Ratchet's Med. Bay.

Said bot was standing outside with his arms crossed over his chest and a wrench in his servo. An expression of disappointment and slight anger passed over his face when he saw me making my over to him. A tingling sensation ran through my body and I instantly knew what he did, a scan to see what has fallen upon me.

His mouth dropped open and quickly ushered me inside the Med. Bay. I land not-so-gently on the metal table and flop down on my back as another coughing fit tore through my throat. While Ratchet raced over to where his medicines are secured and grabbing whatever medicines needed. He rushes back over to me and sets a smaller, to him, pill bottle on the metal slab I was laying on.

He opens the bottle and gently as he can, pulls out three, large pills. He stretches his servo out for me to take it but realizes that I was in a too weak position to take it on my own and sends his holoform out to deal with me. His holoform grabs the three pills, paces over to me, and forces my mouth open. He shoves the large, three pills in my mouth and once again, forces my mouth to close.

"Night, swallow, now," he orders while keeping a stern expression on his face and his eyes stared into mine. Without having any water to down the chalky pills, it was difficult to get them down but it was done. Ratchet calmed down a little bit and took his hand off of my mouth. "How long have you been feeling like this?" he questioned.

"For at least a day and what were those pills?" I replied and shift my position to get myself on my chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ratchet gasp slight and picks me up like it was nothing. He carriers me over to his real form and set me gently on his real forms servo. Ratchet swiftly carriers me over to where the human stay when injured and by the smell of it, one was here.

Knowing my body is too weak to do anything, Ratchet gently sets me down on medical bed and lets his holoform show up again. "The pills I gave you were antibiotics; you have a plague called Pneumonic plague. That is worst of the three and can kill a human in a day if you're not treated."

"You are under quarantine until the plague has past and during that time, I will be monitoring you twenty-four seven. You are not allowed to leave the room; I doubt it in your weak stage you'll be able to," he stated with a determination in his voice. His eyes bored into mine; trying to find any kind of shock from hearing this plague can kill a human in a day. He wouldn't be able to find anything because it wasn't surprising; humans are a weak link to the creatures that inhabit this planet.

After staring into my eyes for an uncomfortable time, he turns around and starts to work on something's behind him. "I'll have to hook you up to some machines to make sure your vitals don't drop below an alarming level," he clarifies his actions and continues his work. Growling faintly from the idea of needles and being hooked up to machines, I attempted to rise off the bed and leave the room.

My body protested against me and was half way to getting off the bed. My arms give out from underneath me and it ended up me face planting on the sterile ground. Ratchet hears my body making contact with the linoleum and spins around to see me laying face down on the ground. He rushes over and helps me stand back up to sit me back down on the bed. "Stay, you're in no condition to move from your spot," he argues and pushes me back down while I struggle with whatever strength that my body had against him.

"No! No more needles please," I pleaded and pushed weakly against him. He stops trying to get me to lie down but holds me in place and giving me an 'I'm not going to hurt you' expression. I knew of this but the thought of having a needle stuck in me again terrified me to the bone. Small memories of my past appeared in my mind and a shiver goes down my back.

Ratchet allows me to sit up and rubs his holoform hand in between my wings to sooth me and calm me down. It works moments later and he calmly walks over to where his supplies are. "There won't be any needles. I'm only going to put a finger clamp around your finger and that will monitor everything that I need to know. You also have to stay here for the time being, no leaving to go anywhere, not even for a small flight."

Nodding my head slowly to acknowledge both what he was saying before and about not leaving, I stretch out my hand for him to place the finger clamp on my finger. He carefully clamps it on my finger and the machine next to us beings to beat for my heart rate. It was beating much slower than any human and it surprised me he didn't freak out about it. He must pay real good attention to when I come in or sleep on my perch.

After letting him make sure everything was alright for the time being, he says his farewells and leaves me to my own thoughts. The only thing to hear inside the room is the heart monitor and my own heavy, thick sounding breathing. It felt like there was syrup filled in my lungs, making it hard for me to breathe.

Later on, sleep came like a dream and hopefully in my weakened state, no nightmares will appear. My mind slowly slips in the inky darkness of the dreamless mind escape and sleep allows me peace.