#human hide

                   His head.... Frag it was killing him. Where was he? What happened. Wait. He remembered being with prime; on base... Lennox and the others were; fuck what happened to them? He remembered feeling the dull pain and the twisting of his frame. How long has he been out? 

          There was... Carpet? no... it’s cold. Must be tile. Something tickling his face; making him scrunch up. What the fuck was it.. He was in their hanger right? Oh his knee’s ached; his chest was on the ground; it hurt surprisingly. Rolling over to his back Ironhide gave a huff; wait... he could never roll that easily onto his back. Okay hide; time to get up.

  Groaning softly, Ironhide sat up and rubbed at his neck- Wait was that hair?! Cyan colored eyes snapped open and he looked over himself. He was human... he was HUMAN! Panic filled Ironhide’s spark as he lifted his hand and gave it a few movements. 

                                     “What.The.FUCK!”

                  He cried out as he ran his fingers through his hair. It was a deep brown color; almost black. His skin was slightly tanned with various scars over his chest and- yep he still had the scar that went down his right eye. He could see better though. He was also naked. Just his luck. Okay hide; calm down... this could be a dream... try and walk though.

                        Getting to his feet he looked around; eyes searching for the prime. “Optimus...” his voice cracked before coughing. “Damn it all!” he pushed his hair away from his face. Swallowing thickly the weapons specialist straightened up. From what he gathered he was tall; even for human standards; standing at 6′ 7″. His muscles were rather toned and defined; thankfully that stayed somewhat normal. He was blatantly ignoring the appendage that dangled from his waist. yep. not going to acknowledge that yet.

                                    “Prime?”