Thought comes first, and with it the pervasive feeling of wrongness. He's not where he's supposed to be. Something is digging into his side.
Then comes the pain, then nausea, and then Hunk is jerking awake, flailing until he falls out of his pilot seat and leaning over to throw up all over the floor- wall? Wall. They're sideways.
They're...sideways.
With that out of his system Hunk moans and rests his forehead on the nearest cool metal surface he can find. ...hang on, where's his helmet? The whole interior is pitch black, only the barest bit of light eking in through Yellow's eyes. Fiddling with the controls does nothing, so Hunk pats a hand on the console and murmurs,] You rest, buddy.
[He needs to find Keith. Keith wasn't in a chair, he was just in Yellow's mouth with that huge plate of metal. So even though moving makes the vertigo worse and even though Hunk is pretty sure something is wrong with his side, he still manages to crawl over to the bay doors and shove his shoulder against it hard enough to creak it open and slip outside.
They'd crashed into a forest of some kind. Well- that was probably to their advantage; all the trees plus Yellow's armor probably slowed their descent enough to keep them from getting rattled around inside like a box of marbles. With any luck Keith managed to brace himself and avoid injury, but Hunk still hurries with a limp over to Yellow's mouth, sticking his hands between his partner's jaws and straining to open them enough to see.] Keith- Keith, buddy, you okay?
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Thought comes first, and with it the pervasive feeling of wrongness. He's not where he's supposed to be. Something is digging into his side.
Then comes the pain, then nausea, and then Hunk is jerking awake, flailing until he falls out of his pilot seat and leaning over to throw up all over the floor- wall? Wall. They're sideways.
They're...sideways.
With that out of his system Hunk moans and rests his forehead on the nearest cool metal surface he can find. ...hang on, where's his helmet? The whole interior is pitch black, only the barest bit of light eking in through Yellow's eyes. Fiddling with the controls does nothing, so Hunk pats a hand on the console and murmurs,] You rest, buddy.
[He needs to find Keith. Keith wasn't in a chair, he was just in Yellow's mouth with that huge plate of metal. So even though moving makes the vertigo worse and even though Hunk is pretty sure something is wrong with his side, he still manages to crawl over to the bay doors and shove his shoulder against it hard enough to creak it open and slip outside.
They'd crashed into a forest of some kind. Well- that was probably to their advantage; all the trees plus Yellow's armor probably slowed their descent enough to keep them from getting rattled around inside like a box of marbles. With any luck Keith managed to brace himself and avoid injury, but Hunk still hurries with a limp over to Yellow's mouth, sticking his hands between his partner's jaws and straining to open them enough to see.] Keith- Keith, buddy, you okay?