Motormaster was laying on the floor, refusing to sleep on the bed, you just stood there, knowing what he was trying to do, as you had noticed the Mech's frame getting weaker and skinnier, which was odd as you were sure he was eating, or at least sometimes, in his mind he was a Slave, even if you had Rescued him so the Autobot's didn't euthanize him

"Why are you staring at me? It's weird"

He said rolling onto his back on the carpet, his shock collar resting on his neck