[ There were flashes of awareness, scattered glimpses of a past Hunk could hardly grasp. Though sleek and shiny like anything of the future (which means he's in his element for once) this place was decidedly medical (and as such he knew nothing). Sedations, being treated like an animal, and isolation. He hated being alone, so the realization that unknown gaps of solitary time could sit between each of these scenes was terrifying.
But nothing could've prepared him for the swarm of guards beating the tar out of Johnny, tossing him into a cell, and barricading him in. That was real rough. He knew he had to do everything he could to break the guy out.
As soon as that alarm stopped blaring. And his head stopped hurting. It turned out being bounced between shaky memories was weird for his head! So as Johnny started shouting, Hunk forced himself to scramble to his feet, clawing up the nearest wall like a frantic cat. ]
Are you gonna be okay? [ He was shouting, what with the alarms, but it was a step in the right direction. Deep down, Johnny knows what the answer is. At least he should. ]
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But nothing could've prepared him for the swarm of guards beating the tar out of Johnny, tossing him into a cell, and barricading him in. That was real rough. He knew he had to do everything he could to break the guy out.
As soon as that alarm stopped blaring. And his head stopped hurting. It turned out being bounced between shaky memories was weird for his head! So as Johnny started shouting, Hunk forced himself to scramble to his feet, clawing up the nearest wall like a frantic cat. ]
Are you gonna be okay? [ He was shouting, what with the alarms, but it was a step in the right direction. Deep down, Johnny knows what the answer is. At least he should. ]