Ironhide was genuinely concerned for you. That wasn't common for him, you're periods had never been as bad as this, you barely even moved unless you went to the bathroom. Now he was hugging you tightly in his human holoform, one of his hands on your stomach massaging it gently, his other hand moving hair from your face as you hid under the covers sleeping.

Ironhide's lips pressed into a thin line, gently coaxing the covers from your face. You looked as though you'd just woken up, probably from a nap, and he immediately felt bad for disturbing you. He noticed that you looked paler than how he left you, it didn't seem to be good this month.

You had painkillers less than an hour ago, and they hadn't done anything, heat pads didn't seem to help, and you didn't want to move to have a hot shower. Ironhide was at his wits end, but he was still understanding.

"How you feeling baby?" He asked, his voice a quiet murmur.