Until I See You Again: War Of The White Lion

I'll Be Your Comfort

Hunk's POV

(HIIII! I've seriously been meaning to make an Arc centering around Hunk and it begins now! Let's see how our favorite paladin is doing)

I hum gently to the tune of a song I don't remember much, but I know the melody is there. The sound of the mixer whirs in the background. I measure two cups of flour and dump it into a bowl, a small cloud forming and dusting my hands. I'm baking for about the third time today. I don't know why but I just can't get rid of these nerves in my stomach. I've tried to get rid of it in ways I know have worked in the past but they just don't seem to work. 

I can't get these worries and fears out of my head. Terrifying images flash in my mind and my hands shake so hard I nearly drop the measuring cup on the floor. I set it down gently and I try to stop the shaking. My breath gets a little short and my thoughts rage even more.

Images and thoughts of the war, of what it would look like if we lost. Where would my friends, my teammates go? What would happen to the Earth? What would happen if everyone in the universe fell to Zarkon. Would the Balmera would make it out of it alive, would it last? If the Balmerans..if Shay didn't...NO! NO STOP!

My hand lets go of the glass measuring cup and it falls to the floor, shattering into a million little pieces. It sounds like a window is being shattered! It sounds like open fire! I panic and I freeze in place, too terrified to move, the surge of nerves in my stomach rises and I feel like I'm going to be sick. I hear footsteps coming down the hall. They are getting louder and louder and louder! Have they found me? Are they here to kill me!? Have they killed everyone else!? They are getting closer and closer and closer! What is going to happen to me!? 

Suddenly the footsteps stop. And there is three hallow knocks on the door. 

"Hey, is someone in there?" someone calls. I don't know their intentions. I don't know who they are. Are they armed? How many of them are there? I hear the gently squeak of the door and gentle footfalls enter the room. 

There is only one of them. I think. Maybe I can get out alive! What do I have to save me? Bowls? I frantically look around.

"God, this place is a mess." they mutter. There is the clinking of shattered glass on the ground. That's it!  There is a jagged shard beside me. I grab for it and I hold it in my hand, gripping it so hard I can feel my hand bleed, but i'll catch them by surprise! I'll jump out and throw the glass and I'll make a run for it! I will! 

One, Two...

"Hunk?"

"AHHHHHH PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!" I scream, shielding my eyes and dropping the glass.

"What? Kill you? Why would I do that?"

I don't move, I stay where I am, my muscles cramping up from being so tensed.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." the gentle voice says. I feel someone gently touch my shoulder. I lover my hands from my face and I look up to see Adam kneeling down beside me. I let my arms slowly drop and I rest them in my lap. 

"Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice thick with concern. 

I look down at my hands. They are trembling and bloody. I wince. Adam reaches to my hands to cover them.

"It's okay. Just breathe. Let's run some water over your hands."

He helps me up and takes me to a sink and runs cold water over my hands. It stings as he uses antibacterial soap and gently washes the cuts. When all the red is washed down the sink, Adam grabs a clean towel and presses it to my hands.

"Put pressure on it for at least fifteen minutes. The cut's didn't look that bad to me but I just want to make sure they stop bleeding." 

I nod, still struggling to find my breath. Adam pulls up a chair and sits me down as I try to collect myself.