I wrote this as a gift for our school's heath teacher (he's really awesome, and I just found out that he's a huge fan of Transformers). This is short because I had a limited amount of time to write it and one of my classmates wouldn't stop talking to me while I was trying to write it (I called him Bluestreak; now the whole class calls him that XD).

"Wheeljack, I don't feel so good…" Jazz sniffed, holding his stomach. "Where's Ratchet?"

"He went out," Wheeljack replied. "You're gonna have to wait until he gets back."

"But I can't wait that long! My stomach hurts now!" Jazz whimpered.

"Alright, wait here. Let's see what I can do." Jazz sat on the exam table and waited while Wheeljack went into the backroom where Ratchet stored various medical supplies. He came back out holding a container with some substance in it. "There's this stuff. Do you want to take this?"

"I dunno… Read the label to me first," he said.

"Okay, let's see… Warning: Do not take this medication with high grade, or any other kind of medication. You should not operate heavy machinery (this includes yourself) while taking this medication…in fact, just lie in a corner and don't move for about six hours. Do not take this medication if you are pregnant, may become pregnant, or if you plan on becoming pregnant within the next seven years or so; this includes if you plan on becoming a father. Side effects include sneezing, coughing, vomiting, headaches, strange burning sensations, seizures, lightheadedness, fever, more vomiting, hallucinations, and the belief that you are Abraham Lincoln. Some patients have been reported to spontaneously combust, explode, or rock back and forth in the corner mumbling about squirrels. The makers of this product assume no responsibility for any deaths related to this product. Take at your own risk. Okay Jazz, are you ready to take it?" Wheeljack asked all freakishly cheerful.

"On second thought…let's wait for Ratchet…" Jazz replied.