"IRONHIDE!"

No one had heard the gunshots or the body of Ironhide fall. No one even looked.

Ironhide darted awake and looked around his room. He hadn't died, and Sentinel was dead. He gasped for breath as he tried to calm his racing spark.

Ironhide grumbled something under his breath, laying back down. He checked the clock; 1:30 AM.

"Again..?" Ironhide grumbled, whimpering. As his head hit the pillow, he felt his remaining strength and self-control leaving him.

He finally couldn't take it anymore and he just started crying. He felt so much pain, so much guilt.

As he felt coolant in his optics, he just couldn't stop a streak from escaping.