30 ~ ˖⁺‧₊˚ ~ Morning sickness ~ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ~ 30

                                    

                                          
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The growing of the Cybertronian flowers was going smoothly, two weeks had passed, and a location for the ceremony had been found. Now, they only had to wait.
Sadly, that morning, Starscream woke up in Megatron's berth like always, but confused signs obscured his view. He deleted them all and got out of berth, walking limply to the Warlord's personal washrack.
With a sudden burning sensation in his tank, he bent down in the washrack, and a river of energon escaped from his tank, flooding around his servos and shocking him.
'Why would I reject!?' He asked himself, and other messages came up in his view, many of a second, imminent reject of Energon. He tried to hold it in, but a second round splashed on the floor of the washrack, making him panic.
With the little strengths he had, he cleaned up both the washrack and his frame, trying not to throw up again, and left the quarters with Megatron still recharging in the berth.
It took a lot of strength not to fall every thirty seconds on his way to medbay, but in the end, he was able to reach his destination. The doors slid open, and Knockout's red plating came into view.
Starscream: "K-Knockout..." 
The medic turned to the Seeker, noticing his pitful state. 
Knockout: "Starscream? What happened to you?"
Starscream: "I don't... know..."
The red mech helped the Seeker to sit down on one of the medical berths, staring at the spot where his chestplate highered and lowered slowly.
Knockout: "Starscream, you have energon stains on your paint. Did you reject!?" 
Starscream: "Y-Yes..."
Knockout: "Dear Primus, today's gonna he long."
The medic sighed before starting all kinds of exams, and the results were extremely awful looking.
Knockout: "Okay, I think you have some kind of mass in your tank"
Starscream: "A parasite of some kind...?"
Knockout: "...well, possibly, but I have to do an ultrasound to look at what that is."
He turned on the monitor by the medical berth, placing part of the device on the Seeker's tank.
Moving along his metal, Knockout looked for some kind of significant detail, and he saw something rather confusing.
Knockout: "...Starscream, are you on suppressants?" 
The Seeker looked away, pouting.
Knockout: "Starscream"
Starscream: "...I'm not, why?"
The medic literally slapped himself on his faceplate. After a quick rageful yell, he looked at the patient on his medical berth and sighed.
Knockout: "...you fragged with Megatron, you're not on suppressants, and you have some kind of mass in your tank."
The Seeker stared at him for a moment, before his optics widened in shock.
Starscream: "B-But I can't have Sparklings!"
Knockout: "Seems like you can, because you're clearly sparked"