#catsrphub

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Keith looks up at Lance and frowns. His expression stoic as always. It didn’t help that he LOOKED like he didn’t care about his teammate. He shakes his head, wrapping bandages around Lance’s arm tautly. At least, it wasn’t his leg.

Then, he would be completely useless---

“Can’t have you dragging the team down as usual, Lance.”  He says coldly, “It’s bad enough that your leg is injured.” Well, that injury is Keith’s fault and he will never forget that day.

“Get up.”

"I know Pidge, I know."

Hunk pushes her close to him as they trekked their way around the crowd of people bustling about. WAAAY too many times they were stopped by a vendor offering food or some 'weird' artifact that obviously looked fake.

He wasn't that dumb

Hunk would say no thank you and push Pidge gently ahead of him. His left hand on his bayard, clutching on the handle tightly.

//its therion! I should replay 8path.

“No, no, no, no.”

Hunk’s response was quick. He shot the guy who shot Pidge and then tended to Green Paladin, “No, no, no. No!”

“Why the hell did you do that?! Hunk snaps, “You didn’t have to do that! Now look at you!” He applies pressure on her wound to at least slow down the bleeding.

“Stay with me!”

“This is some cruel prank.”

Hunk will not fight her. There was no way he’ll lay a hand on the former Green Paladin. He wouldn’t live with himself. If he had. Hunk snarled, as Sendak made his presence known. Anger surged through him and in instant, Hunk dashes across the battlefield.

And towards the podium where Sendak stood, “I’ll kill you!”

“They used to. Not anymore.”

They only watched for the first couple of days when he got here before the tracker was implanted and finally, with no way to escape Central Command; he was allowed to shower with the rest of his prentmas. 

“Do they....” Hunk says, but then clenches his jaw shut. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear her answer, “Nevermind.”

“Kor. I knocked him out for you.”

Hunk helps her out from the floor, “He must’ve knocked the wind out of you. If you thought you were dead.” He peers over to the prentma he knocked down on the floor. He’s splattered with tidbits of blood, “He’ll be fine. He might feel pain in the morning.”

He spoke in Galra for the other prentma’s to help the guy in to the medbay. They did so. Once they left, Hunk sighs. 

“Sorry.”

“Go to bed. I’ll stand guard.”

Hunk places the fur blanket gently over the Green Paladin. He grabs a dagger he sharpened on his own and plopped himself near the cave’s entrance. It was dark, and he could hardly see thing behind or ahead of him. 

Though the sky, like every single night. Look astounding. 

The “old” Hunk would stare at the stars for hours at a time. Appreciating the view. Now? Well. It was a welcome sight. But, he wasn’t as enamored by it as he was before.