Magnus had been slowly growing more and more concerned for you and your current state of health. Lets just say it had slowly been declining and getting uglier and uglier. For at least the past five human weeks you had woken up early every morning to purge your intake.

You also began fainting often. Not consuming enough energon or even recharging for a whole night anymore. you’d guessed what was going on and were correct when first aid confirmed. And you had tried to hide your increased consumption from him.

But nearly every day now on the lost light was a very tired, sore, sometimes snappish life now. Most crew members thought you were going down with a processor virus. Magnus was suspecting something else. But he hadn't been sure yet.

"Something's going on and you need to tell me. Not just as a commanding officer but as your conjunx. I'm supposed to protect you in anyway i can and i need to know what ails you, my dear spark.* he had almost thought of kneeling to show how concerned he was about you.