TFP Starscream

It was storming, the sky gray, the clouds rumbling, the world dank and gray as the cold rain fell. Starscream was panicking as he clutched your frame to his. Your venting was labored, your injury severe dangerously close to your spark. He knew this was a sign you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Hold on Y/n. You have to stay strong…

You wanted to answer, but you couldn’t, almost choking when you tired to talk. You just made a pained noise, gripping onto his chest armor tighter. Your sight was fading in and out, and he was looking down at you with his red optics, panic and worry in them, an emotion he didn’t show often.

“Y/n…please don’t go, not like this!”

Continue the story. Do you choose to live or die?