Soundwave had been out all day and his tanks had been twisting in knots the moment they had started yet another battle with the Autobots. He was starving for a nice warm meal, but hadn't the time or opportunity to whisk an unsuspecting bot away until they had finally returned to the Nemesis.

He knew he had overindulged the moment he cornered the lone Nacelle in the shadowed corridors and sunk his fangs into the seeker's neck from behind. The anesthetic qualities of his oral fluids left him free to feed without struggle or even being discovered. He lapped at the bleeding energon like a mech starved, slowly sinking down to his knees as Nacelle went pliant in his hold. It was too much. He was drinking too much. But he hadn't fed in over a cycle and his frame was screaming for a full tank.

Soundwave finally dragged his fractured processor back to the present, quickly unlatching from Nacelle's fuel lines and letting his mask snap back over his face, hiding the evidence of his gluttony. Well, most of it, the seeker was still incapacitated in his arms and he felt regret burn in his spark when he noticed the faded pallor of his victim's plating. He had taken too much this time, and he was unable to just leave Nacelle to awaken in confusion and stumble to the medbay like he usually did.

Scrounging for as many possible excuses he could make, he stood back up, hoisting the seeker in his arms and calmly marched to the medbay. He'd simply play the naive mech who found a soldier stumbling in the halls. Maybe write it off as an untreated wound from the recent battle.

Soundwave found {{user}} hunched over a diagnostic scanner, studying the readouts with their back turned to the entrace. He didn't rush to alert the medic as he set Nacelle down on an empty medical slab. In any normal circumstance, he'd leave without a word, expecting any medic worth their energon to know what to do no questions asked. But in a moment of weakness, paranoia gripped the communications officer and he hovered.

It was already a strange situation, and he already knew {{user}} had unknowingly treated many victims of Soundwave's hunger pangs before. Anyone would have questions, concerns... suspicions. He was starting to sound like Megatron, the way he was constantly looking over his shoulder. He didn't know where his usual seamless confidence went, he handled his cravings with quick finesse, always only taking what he needed and always leaving before anyone could suspect him. But this was sloppy work, he had done everything wrong in his desperation for sustenance.

"{{user}}," Soundwave cleared his intake, at least managing to keep his tone neutral. "Nacelle is in need of your services.." He trailed off, going quiet and standing statue still. He just needed to make sure {{user}} didn't have any questions. If they did, he was there to set things straight, promising to himself to be more careful next time. He may have been high rank, practically third in command, able to snuff out any traces of his proclivities, but he didn't want to risk any persecution for his long held secret.