Ironhide wasn't all that badly damaged, by comparison. Minor injuries weren't much, far as his frame was concerned, so he hadn't bothered getting them looked at yet -- not while others needed attention a lot more than he did.

Like a certain law enforcement officer.

He was why Ironhide still stuck around. The soldier poked his head into the room on occasion, just to check. Then went back to skulking in the hallway. He wasn't really one to blend in anywhere, but. Hey. Points for trying, right?

There's a lot he wants to say, but, after the way the fight went down, it's probably not the best time. So he just sort of lurks, leaning against the wall of the room Prowl's been in, when he figures the other Autobot isn't paying attention.

... or a lot of attention, anyway.