The dark sensation, what seem to be embracing Sideswipe spark, was now devouring it. Sideswipe would scratch and rub his chest plates from time to time as Jazz spoke to him in the empty rec room. A bright energon cube shined onto his armor as it sat on the table, waiting to be touched. Sideswipe nodded along as Jazz talked but his optics were distant, focusing on the new atmosphere he was indulging. Jazz noticed Sideswipe wasn't all there but he did his best to get Sideswipe talking. Finally, Jazz stopped beating around the bush and pulled the plug.

"What happened to ya in the hallway, mech?" Jazz asked, leaning forward slightly.

Sideswipe blinked, recognizing Jazzs fading accent. Oddly enough, his accent when speaking English faded when he became serious but when speaking Cybertronian, his accent became thicker. His optics flickered to Jazz, acknowledging he noticed the change in Jazzs demeanor but said nothing as he still did not hear anything he said.

Jazz frowned. "What's going through your helm? What happened?" He repeated more simply. Sideswipe flinched as if he was struck.

"I don't know. But it's gone now and that's all that matters." Sideswipe spoke in a dark tone Jazz haven't heard him speak in. Jazz leaned back as Sideswipe crossed his arms over his chest.

"What's gone?"

"Whatever that...that was." Sideswipe looked around the empty room as if searching for something. Jazz still studied the red mech closely.

"Your still not answering my question-."

"Don't grill me." Sideswipe snapped his gaze back to Jazz, his expression strong and defensive. Jazz rose his optic ridges in surprise at his comment.

"I'm only worried about you, Sideswipe."

"There's nothing to be worried about." Sideswipe shifting, his helm tilting in a slow action. "Ratchet did a fine job patching me up. I just need rest."

Now Jazz was really worried. That didn't sound like the Sideswipe he knew. Agreeing with Ratchet? Just like that? No jokes?

"I think you rested too long."

Sideswipe looked up at Jazz with annoyance yet confusion.

"Is there anything going on I should know about?"

"Since when did you start getting into people's business?" Sideswipe snapped. Jazz snorted and shook his helm.

"I've always been in people's business, mech. They just don't see me digging." Jazz waved a servo, casual as ever.

"You'd do this against your own comrades?"

"I don't want to get into it, personal reasons only." Jazz shook his helm, stopping him ahead. Sideswipe scoffed.

"So, let me get this straight, you can just ask me all the questions you want but if I ask a single one about you that's personal, it's forbidden."

"I didn't say it was forbidden, mech. There's just somethings I'd rather keep to myself. Besides," Jazz picked up his own cube. "I'm not the one screaming in the hallway and falling on my aft." He stated before taking a swing of his energon. Sideswipe narrowed his optics and slammed a fist onto the table.

"Its just the meds I think. I'm sick of them. I've been on these berths too long. I'm fragging sick of it." He snarled. "I'm getting cabin fever. I'm going to go insane if I stay on that berth any longer."

Jazz paused and set his cube down. "This is really bothering you." He hummed, never seeing Sideswipe so angered over something so little. Perhaps his anxiousness was finally getting to him. Or maybe it was even something more. Whatever the case, Jazz knew he should lighten up a bit. Sideswipe would request help in his own time. Or Sunstreaker will get it out of him if it goes on too long. "Have you tried telling Ratchet? Maybe you can start physical therapy."

"Primus, no. No one will agree with me," he huffed, looking to his filled cube Jazz had gotten for him. "Everyone is too protective. It's a mission I took by the way. I knew the risks and-Jazz, I am a warrior." Sideswipe suddenly leaned forward. "I've been a warrior for as long as I can remember. My job is to be on the frontlines. People need to get over the fact this happened. It wouldn't be a real battle if you knew what was going to happen every single second, understand?"

Jazz nodded silently. Sideswipe leaned back into his chair.

"I need more fresh air."

"I'll talk to Ratchet first thing once I help you to your quarters." Jazz promised.

"Don't bother helping me. I'm waiting until Sunny gets back." Sideswipe looked to the doors with a glimmer of hope. "He's going to tell me about his day."

Jazz could only watch with sympathetic optics as Sideswipe finally took a drink of his cube.