Until I See You Again: War Of The White Lion

I'll Be your Guide

Pidge's POV

(Hunk's arc is running alongside Pidge's arc. Her arc starts now so lets see how our favorite Pidgeon is doing)

I pull the covers over my head and I nestle farther in to the pillows. The lights are off, it's dark, there is no noise, and everything is nice and warm. I try to fall asleep. But I can't. It's been three days since I've gotten back from the last event and I can't sleep. If I even doze off for a moment, I have a nightmare. It's always of the same thing! I've thought it over and over but I just don't know what it all means!

For some reason in this dream, I am fighting in the Green Lion in the battle that ends the war. Shiro calls for me to use the vine cannon. I use it against Zarkon's main ship but the vine cannon backfires and the shot rebounds and hit's me instead. Vines begin to cover the lion's sight and even starts growing inside the lion! Vines starts wrapping around my wrists and angles locking me in the pilot chair. I try to move but I can't. I can't even pilot the lion anymore! Eventually, we have to land and everyone has to come in and rescue me, but nothing works. Not even Shiro's arm! Keith's blade can't cut through anything, neither Hunk's nor Lance's guns can shoot through the vines. They even use my own bayard and nothing happens. Eventually, they decide to leave me there.

And they don't come back.

The vines don't stop growing around me. They wound around my body so tight, it cuts into me. Eventually, fingers begin to fall off. Then my hands. It goes until nothing is left of me. And then when there is nothing left, the team comes back, they clear the vines away, and someone new steps in and takes my place.

I can never see their face.

It scares me.

I keep waiting up screaming from that dream every time. I brush off vines that aren't even there, I check if My limbs are still attached to my body. I don't leave this room anymore. I don't let in any light. I refuse to talk to anyone. I don't even want to go near the lions anymore! Everyone is just going to leave me to die. They can't help me. Nothing can help me.

Suddenly the light flicks on. I wince and bundle under that covers even more.

"Hey, Pidge?" Someone asks, their voice soft.

"Go away."

"You sure you want me to leave? I brought some muffins Hunk made. They have peanut butter. Your favorite."

"Go away Adam!"

I hear him sigh and set down something on the stand beside the hospital bed. Then I feel the mattress sink down.

"Are you really sure about that? You haven't been doing so well. I just wanted to check in on how you've been. I'm worried about you."

Do you care? Do you really care? Are you the person in my dreams taking my place? Is that what I fear?

"Just go away! Why should you care?"

"I'm worried about you."

I let out a sob I didn't realize I was holding in.

"What's wrong? I want to help you but I can't help you if you don't let me."

Through the fabric of the sheets I feel someone touch my shoulder. I flinch away.

"I don't need help! Go away!"

Adam lets go.

"Alright. But asking for help doesn't make you weak or invalid. I don't see you that way. I could never see you that way." He says.

Weight lifts off the mattress and I can hear gentle footsteps walking away.

"What?" I ask without giving it much thought.