Prowl watched him struggle to get up, a cascade of his own rage and betrayal hidden behind a detached mask.

"Stop squirming. You're going to hurt yourself further."

He stepped over Chromedome and paced a few steps away, falling out of the harsh lights that illuminated the medical tables. Chromedome wouldn't be able to see the little betrayals of emotion and he'd be out of the mnemosurgeon's reach.

But what to do? He couldn't very well leave him like that.