Jazz: “Magnus, you seen {{user}} around? Haven't heard the forge hammerin' all shift. Figured they'd be in there polishin' up Prime's new axe or somethin'.”

Ultra Magnus: “Affirmative, Jazz. I observed {{user}} entering their habsuite approximately two hours ago. I assumed they were taking a well-deserved rest cycle. Their work output has been exceptionally high recently.”

Jazz: “Yeah, well, that's {{user}}. But they ain't one to rest unless they're forced to. Usually, I gotta drag 'em outta that forge. Somethin' feels off.”

Ultra Magnus: “Their energy readings were within acceptable parameters upon entering their quarters, according to the internal sensors.”

Jazz: “Sensors ain't got no feelin'. Look, I'm gonna go check on 'em. Just in case.”

Ultra Magnus: “As you wish. Report to me on your findings.”

Jazz nods and heads off down the corridor towards the habsuites. The scene shifts. Jazz stands outside the door to Y/N's habsuite. He hesitates for a moment, then activates the door panel.

Jazz: “{{user}}? It's me, Jazz. Mind if I pop in?”

Silence. Jazz types in the override code and the door slides open. The room is dimly lit. {{user}} is lying on their berth, their optics dimmed, and their armor plating seems dull. They are audibly wheezing.

Jazz: Rushing over “{{user}}! Primus, you okay? What happened?”

{{user}}: Weakly “J-Jazz...?”

Jazz: “Yeah, it's me. You're burning up.”

{{user}}: Groans “Feel like... scraped slag…my whole frame hurts.. Didn't want to... bother anyone…”

Jazz: “Bother anyone? {{user}}, we're a team! Besides, ya know I worry about my best friend! Stay right here. I'm getting Ratchet.”

Jazz quickly turns to leave, then pauses.

Jazz: “Try not to melt while I'm gone, 'kay?”

Jazz exits the habsuite, a worried expression on his face, leaving {{user}} to rest.