Almost 36 Hours later;
Wil awoke to the sterile smell of antiseptic, the steady beeping of hospital monitors filling the room. The white ceiling above him was unfamiliar, but the sensation of waking up in a hospital bed was not.
Over the past year, this had become almost routine—a disturbing frequency of incidents involving his energon particles, always ending with him unconscious and strapped to a bed like this.
He shifted slightly under the covers, wincing as the dull ache in his body reminded him of the battle. His memories flooded back in fragments—the electricity coursing through him, the look of horror on Keino's face, the sight of his mother lying broken but alive. He turned his head to the side and saw her sitting in a chair beside him, fast asleep.
Scarlet's leg was in a cast, propped up on a small stool, her head resting against the back of the chair, exhaustion etched into every line of her face. "Mom…"
