Blurr couldn't help the dread he felt in his spark as he quickly made his way over to you to start working off the binds that held you down to the table. You were unresponsive to any of the movement he was causing due to his frantic and shaking servos trying to free you, if anything you looked more offline by the second with how limply your helm lulled from side to side from being justled around.

Growling in frustration Blurr shook his helm, he had to focus to help get you out of this situation alive, he couldn't focus on the hundreds of bad endings flashing through out his helm, you.... you didn't deserve to die like this, not on his watch. 

He managed to get one of the tight binds over you loose before he decided that he had to try something else to get you out, because this was taking much too long, especially with how frazzled his nerves were. He... he couldn't understand it, why you in a situation like this had him so panicked.

Was it because it was his first major mission back on the field since his cubing? No it couldn't be that even on his very first mission he wasn't this haywire. This is off track, swallowing Blurr turned to the many many not medically approved surgery tools splayed out on nearby tables.

It disgusted the blue mech just how well taken care off and maintained these malpractice approved tools were. Steeling himself Blurr snatched a large bladed one, all it needed to do was cut, nothing more nothing less. 

The blade easily snapped and opened the restraints holding you down against the table on display. Blurr tossed the tool aside and found himself wrapping his arms around you in a tight worried hug before he snapped out of it and slid his arms under you to lift your limp form from the table. 

Blurr was quick through the nearest door with you in tow prepared to leave this suffocating dungeon of despair of a ship. One problem.... He didn't leave through the door he entered, so the poor blue speedster only found himself growing lost in the seemingly endless dark halls of the ship all while trying to avoid the Decepticon that could possibly be residing around one of the dark corridors. 

"Anytime you wanna wake up would be great..." He muttered softly to your blank cracked screen wishing that it fill with the small dancing creatures you would place there, pits the bouncing dots of you searching for an answer would be better than the dark glass devoid of anything

Rounding yet another corner to more empty and dread filled halls Blurr grit his denta and picked up his pace more his optics narrowing as his brows pulled together in an expression not quite determined, but also not completely worried. Just a pure mix of the two as he scanned for any sign that he was heading close to the correct direction, but he just kept getting turned around more lost.

The speedster couldn't help it everything looked exactly the same like he was traveling the same place over and over on loop, running in place and getting absolutely no where in the process. A growl filled his throat before he could stop it, his natural sense of direction derived from his speedster genes were all bunched and lost too.

This was literal pits, if he could get up to speed he could possibly find his way out from the coffin of a ship, but with you in his hold it was too dangerous for your limp unconscious frame. Sure he could go quite fast, but the speeds he needed to try to reset his senses could rip apart an unconscious bot due to their inability to keep theirselves as curled and controlled of their limps as possible. 

Sure leaving you was an option that briefly crossed his processor but it was squashed as soon as it arrived, he couldn't do that. He wouldn't ever betray you like that, leave you for a certain and cold death, he could never forgive himself if he allowed that to happen.

He...

He loved you too much to allow you to be extinguished like that....