June 28th
9:44 AM

Keith opened his eyes to Pidge complaining that Lance won a game called "Pac Man" with dumb luck. Wishing he could go back to sleep, Keith covered his head with his arms with a groan of annoyance.

"Sleeping beauty is finally up!" Pidge said with a humorous grin. Lance returned than grin and nudged Keith with his elbow, "Hey, Keith, Buddy, you were resting with your upper half on the bed all night. your back is going to get sore if you continue to stay like that.

Keith sat up, wincing at the sore-ness of his back already, and his face reddened, Wait, I actually slept like that- he paused as he noticed Lance's hand was still intertwined with his from last night. He remembered falling asleep with it like that, and his face only reddened more. Lance noticed Keith's strange behavior, but he only grinned, "Pidge promised she wouldn't tell"

Pidge nodded, sincerity written on her face, which is surprising, because normally Pidge would be off to tell the world that Keith and Lance had held hands. Keith looked down, "Yeah.. we are still good friends though, right? like, this won't make it awkward?"

Lance felt his heart break slightly, but he kept a smile, "Yeah, still friends, mullet!" he laughed and turned back to Pidge, "So, where's my coffee?" he gave her that smug look that meant "I did something you couldn't"

She gave him a glare, but a smile appeared on her face as she stood up and walked out of the room, "I'll go get it.. lazy butt.."
"I am not a lazy butt!" Lance shouted after her, then paused and looked at Keith, "Do you think I'm a lazy butt?"

Keith began to whistle, looking away. Lance let out a dramatic gasp, "Hey! come on man! you really don't think that do you!?" he tried to lift his left arm to punch Keith's shoulder, but it wouldn't move. He looked down at his left arm, his eyes watering, Oh.. right.. Lance forced a smile back on his face, "Y-You don't mean it do you?" He questioned him once more, a bit of sadness in his tone.

Keith paused and looked at Lance, sympathy filling his gaze as he thought about what he's going through. His mother and sister are mad at him, his left arm won't ever work again... Keith sat down at the edge of the bed, not knowing what to do to make him feel better. "Lance.. I don't think-"

"I am" Lance said before Keith could finish. "I am lazy now. But it's not my fault" Lance said wiping away tears. "It's my stupid arms fault!" Lance shouted and turned to face away from Keith, his left arm falling out of the sling it was in and laying limply in front of him. Lance wanted to lift his left arm and slap it till it came too. he wanted to shout and scream at his mom and sister, because being in here was making him lazier than them.

Keith sat in silence, his heart breaking with every look at Lance, "Lance.. it'll be okay-"
"NO!" Lance half screamed half cried. Keith flinched at the volume of his voice. He was glad Pidge shut the door, because the doors are mostly sound proof. Keith sat fully onto the bed, quickly grabbing Lance by his shoulders, heaving him up and holding him tightly into his chest.

Lance turned to face Keith all the way, and cried as loud as possible, resting his forehead on Keith's chest, just high enough so Keith could lay his head on top of his.

Keith tightened his arms around Lance, repeatedly running his fingers through his brunette hair to calm him down. Keith looked at Pidge in sorrow as she walked into the room, quickly shutting the door so no one outside could hear. She sat down in the chair that Keith no longer sat in, and looked at Lance with a frown.

Lance began to yell, "I'm sorry that I can't defend myself very well! I'm sorry I'm in this stupid hospital! I'm sorry I can't do all of the work in my house now! I'm sorry I won't ever be able to do anything that evolves two hands!" Lance began to take deep breaths, calming down ever so slightly, "I-I'm sorry I keep getting into trouble, I'm sorry that I'm not good enough, to the point my mom would want to kick me out! I-I'm.." Lance took a breath and continued crying, but it was weaker and less loud.

Keith began to run his finger's through lance's hair once more, humming a soft tune to try and calm him down more. Lance went quiet, listening to it, sniffling and gasping every few minutes. He wrapped both his arms around Keith and closed his eyes, listening closely to it.

Keith watched him silently, smiling. Pidge is going to blackmail us with this, I just know it. He thought, amused. He watched as Lance's trembling began to stop, and he leaned in more towards Keith. Normally, Keith could feel a wall between them. When they argued, When they competed against one another. But now, he felt as if it were nonexistent, like it disappeared somehow. It felt nice.

"You know, you two would make a great couple" Pidge shrugged, sitting back in her chair, began to drink Lance's coffee, "It's going to get cold. I'll get him a different one when he's awake"
Keith felt his face redden majorly, WAIT. HES ASLEEP?! COUPLE?! WHAT?!!!!???