[Transformers] Different races, how can we fall in love?

The tenderness that I had never noticed before was searched and magnified infinitely in my heart after a conversation with the ambulance.

Yeah, so obvious, why didn't I notice it?

I lowered my eyes and looked at the big metal hand that was holding me, which was covered with bright red blood.

It was my blood, which stained his palm, and penetrated into his body along the gap of his armor.

When they were fighting the Decepticons, I noticed this unusual scene - my blood was being drawn by an invisible force into the place where Optimus Prime stored the source of fire, and the power of my sword energy Formed an invisible rope and drilled into his body along with the blood.

This scene was almost exactly the same as what Optimus Prime saw when he came back from the dead.

I felt that the power in my body was gradually disappearing, and the original countless sword energy was exhausted bit by bit.And Optimus Prime became more and more courageous as he fought more and more. He directly sliced ​​through two Decepticons with a single knife in his hand, and jumped up and grabbed the wing of a Decepticon that was about to escape with one hand. The wing tore off and fell on the ice layer, stirring up countless snowflakes.

The moment he hit the ground, I saw a blood-red gleam in his blue eyes.I don't know if it was my illusion, because the ray of light appeared very quickly and then disappeared very quickly, like an illusion.

In such a pair of blue eyes, I closed my eyes heavily, threw away all the pain, all the sadness, all the sorrow, and plunged into the darkness.

But deep in my heart, there is still such a pair of eyes that are different from any animal looking at me, as if telling me that the owner of these eyes is not a simple machine, not a metal without emotion.The owner of these eyes has the same emotions and lives as normal humans.

When I woke up from the darkness, there was a piece of white flowers in front of me.I lay there for a long time before I realized that this should be a hospital, a ward in the nest base.

It wasn't long before I left here, the injury on my waist was just healed, and I came back here again.

"Hi, you're awake, how are you feeling?" The first voice I heard this time was still from the ambulance.

I turned my eyeballs and looked to my left. The ambulance station was there, holding a board in my hand, and was recording data.

I wanted to speak, but found that I couldn't at all.It wasn't that the oxygen mask over my nose and mouth was preventing me from speaking, but I found that I couldn't make a sound at all, or even have the strength to open my mouth.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you can't talk yet. But glad you're awake, Camilla, and I'm afraid something will happen if you don't," said the ambulance half-jokingly, bending over He leaned back, winked at me, and said in a low voice, "I've never seen the boss so angry, it's really scary."

I looked at him suspiciously, not understanding why he would say such a thing to me all of a sudden, didn't he object to me being with Optimus Prime?Why do you want to tell me about Optimus Prime all of a sudden?

Probably the ambulance saw the doubt in my eyes, he stood up straight and said to me: "I was interrupted by Decepticons before I finished speaking, I hope I won't be beaten again now Break—Camilla, I have to tell you that I am not preventing you from being with the boss. Of course, I am sincerely happy to see the boss find his own happiness. It’s just that there are some things that I think he should tell you, and he shouldn’t Keep it in your heart, otherwise you will never know, right? Now you should have felt his heart for you. Then you can just think about it during this time, what should you do next. "

I lowered my eyes and stopped looking at him, trying to avoid these questions in my heart, but was picked up by the ambulance the first time I woke up.This is really annoying!

After the ambulance finished recording the data, it said to me: "You were shot four times. Two shots were shot in the leg, one shot was shot in the shoulder, and the other shot went into your lung. Fortunately, I took it out in time. , otherwise this bullet will kill you. You didn’t even see the boss, the way he was holding you at that time, I thought he would go crazy. I’ve never seen him like that, he looks so real It was horrible. But he's much calmer now, and I think you'll be able to see him in another two or three days. You're quarantined during this period, and no one can visit you. Alas, sure enough, carbon-based His body is too fragile, and his recovery is very slow."

I looked at him silently, and nagged me a few words after recording the data, most of which were about Optimus Prime's affairs after I fell into a coma.

After saying this, he left the room.

I was the only one left in the whole room, and I could only hear the beeping of the ventilator.

I thought that if I was alone, I would be very bored, and I would always think about Optimus Prime.As a result, I often find myself falling asleep most of the time, only waking up for an hour or two each day.

This bad situation lasted until the fifth day, and finally I stopped falling into a day and night lethargy, and I had a little bit of strength.

When I opened my eyes, I found that the light in the room seemed to be blocked by something, and only a few rays of light fell on the white wall.I tried my best to turn my head and look to the right, only to see a tall figure standing at the window.

He blocked the light from the window, and the bright light left bright white horizontal lines on his mech. This is why the armor on his body looked very black, not the blue-red that he had seen before.

As if sensing that I had woken up, he turned around.Those blue eyes looked at me like the ones I saw in my coma, calm and peaceful.

"I heard from the ambulance that you woke up every three days or a few days, but you fell asleep every time I came over." Optimus Prime said and walked in front of me.He squatted down in front of me and knelt on the ground on one knee.One hand was on my knee, and the other hand seemed to want to touch my head, but I was afraid to take it back: "How do you feel about your body now?"

I stared at him, trying to find some marks on his face, some marks that were different from usual.

These traces are so obvious on his face, which I have never seen before-the tension carefully hidden, the tenderness above the tension, the calmness in the tenderness.