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Cracks in the Crystal Ball Part 2          Orion hated waiting in the medical ward.  He despised the smell of over sterilization, the repeated beeping of medical machinery that could go off at any minute, and the dim fluorescent lighting that encouraged the shadows in the room to grow to unpredictable proportions.  He remained there however, holding onto his friend’s servo as if it was the ill mech’s sole lifeline.  The semi stroked the back of the large silver hand in tandem to Megatron’s shallow intakes and did his best not to upset himself more than he already was.  The worst part was the feeling of utter helplessness.