The Son Of The Hulk [UNDER EDIT]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

*music score for chapter is linked above*

[[Dawson P.O.V.]]

I feel myself shuttering. I know I'm asleep, yet somehow I'm awake at the same time. The flashbacks of that night—the night of the explosion—come back to me piece by piece. But it all doesn't feel real. I can't tell the difference between reality and dream. I see flashes of the green, the reflection of my eyes changing to that radioactive hue. I see them again. I hear the thudding of my intense heartbeat. Everything hits me all at once—now like a nightmare. A reoccurring one.

I shift and shutter so roughly in my sleep until I feel it again—that feeling. The tingling...and then the burning. My heart pounds, my mind racing. The rage—it's only rising. The fear kicks in—fear of losing control. But control of what? I can't even figure out what I'm so close to changing to. Is it real?

"Mr. Williams."

I hear a faint voice.

I begin to shake more and more, a deep roaring begins to ring inside of my ears like some kind of trauma memory relaying back to me. It grows louder—that deep roar, super-human. It's angry.

"Mr. Williams." The voice says again, louder this time.

I jump, my eyes shooting open and my jaw dropping open as I gasp. I wake from my nightmare, catching my breath as my body shoots upward. Heavy breathing, my body covered in sweat. I place my hand over my chest. I look over to see a nurse standing at my bedside. Her eyes are wide with concern, her head tilting as she looks me over.

"I think you were having a nightmare, darlin'." She says sweetly, a southern twang lingering in her soft accent.

I swallow thickly, my breathing slowing down as I place my hands over my face. I breathe in....breathe out, catching my breath—trying to collect myself. I run my hands down my wet face, waking up my skin.

"I think you're right." I agree. "It felt...so real." I admit, my mind unable to forget the images that have only continued to repeat like an automatic playlist in my brain, over and over, the last few nights I've been here.

"You have a visitor." She says, clearing her throat to get my attention again. She gives me a half smile.

I feel my heart skip for a moment, hoping that maybe it's Kate. I haven't seen her since the first day I woke up. I upset her, and I need to fix it. I'm disappointed that I haven't heard from her in a few days. It's my fault—I've been throwing the word space at her for far too long. I'm surprised I haven't pushed her away yet.

I nod, laying back and relaxing a bit as the nurse goes for the door. She opens it, making her way out as someone else makes their way in.

Only it isn't Kate. Instead, I'm met with the back of a dark suit.

"Hello Mr. Williams." The male voice says calmly, shutting the door behind him. His gray hair, along with his slick, black suit catches my attention immediately. The door clicks shut, and he speaks up again.