Jazz had started to grow slightly concerned for you. You had woken up early every morning of the last few weeks to purge your intake.

You also began fainting often. Not enough energon, you’d guessed, and had tried to hide your increased consumption from him.

You were tired, sore, sometimes snappish, and very obviously not well.

So Jazz had tricked you into taking a trip down to the Medibay so that Ratchet could check you out. Jazz didn’t worry often but couldn’t help but bounce his knee as the Chief Medical Officer scanned your frame.