(Btw, I made up the book title that comes up in this chapter. Don't hate XD)

June 27th
7:00PM

Lance had been rushed to the hospital after a while of driving and questioning Shiro where Keith was. Shiro had explained that Keith's practice had been cancelled due to his teacher being sick, and he had decided to stay home.

Lance's wounds had been treated, but lance had suffered from some internal bleeding in his arm from the cuts being too deep, stitches in his shoulder (where a huge chunk of skin had been sliced off), and he was also terribly exhausted.

Lance had no idea how long he'd stay in the hospital, but he knew it'd be for a while. The doctors said he might never be able to use his arm again, as the external bleeding had caused his arm to loose feeling. Lance had no idea about his arm though. The doctors never told him yet.

As lance lay in the hospital bed, one thing came to his mind, I wish Keith was here. He paused as he became angry with himself, why? So you can fight with someone? So you can mope about being stuck in a bed? What kind of an idiot would do that? Lance looked over at the mirror in the side of the room, and sighed, I would. Jesus..

There was a knock at the door, and Shiro walked in, Pidge following him into the room. Lance was confused on why Pidge was here, "Pidge..?"

"Hey Lance" Pidge said, walking over and holding out a box to him, "it's a gift. Take it" she smiled slightly, but it widened when Lance smiled and took it.

Lance (with the help of Pidge), opened the small box and took out a book. It was called "Under the lamppost" and it was by an author that he'd never heard before.

"Seeing as how you will be here for a while, I wanted you to have something to do" Pidge said sympathetically. Lance tried to reach out with his right arm to open the book, but paused as his arm wouldn't move.

Shiro and Pidge both froze as they realized lance didn't know about his arm. They quickly exchanged a sorrowful glance, before turning back to him.

"Keith is going to visit later today" Shiro said, gently taking the book and setting it on the desk from the room. Lance was still wondering dimly about his arm as he spoke, "Oh, cool"

Pidge walked over to the door and picked up a bag, "This is from Shiro" She said. Opening the bag for him and handing him a stuffed animal shark. Lance beamed in delight at the sight.

"Oh my goodness!!" Lance took the shark and hugged it tight against his chest with his left arm, his right arm resting lifelessly at his side, "Thanks Shiro!!" he cooed, and Shiro quickly clapped his hands together with a bright smile, "glad you like it"

there was commotion as hunk stepped into the room, "Hey guys! Hey Lance, I baked you a giant, delicious cake that I ate a piece of before I came over, because it was too good not to eat" he smiled, sweat dripping down his head nervously.

"that's alright buddy! It looks great! ooh, it looks like it's red velvet cake!" Lance smiled as hunk came in and set it down on the table beside him, "Yes it is" Hunk beamed with pride, "Want a piece?"

"Yeah!" Lance paused as the nurse came in with some food, "Here you are Lance" She smiled at the others before setting the food on the portable table, and moved it to hover over him. "After I eat" Lance looked apologetically at Hunk, before beginning to eat.

Shiro and Pidge looked at each other with a chuckle and went to go sit on the couch. Hunk shook his hand with a dim, yet full hearted laugh, "It's alright Lance" he walked over to the couch and sat down next to Pidge, who was on her phone.

June 27th
7:26 PM

Lance laid tirelessly in his bed, staring at the ceiling. his arm laid lifelessly at his side, and his shoulder hurt badly. Lance looked at his limp arm, and tried to lift it.

one try.

two try..

Lance sighed in defeat as it wouldn't budge. Great. I'm going to be stuck like this for.. how long..? Lance looked over at the whiteboard, which read:

"name: Lance- Doctor: Laura- In for: Attack"

Lance's mind wanders to the moment when he had been sitting in the café, using both his hands, and smiling.. Stupid Lance.. why can't you do anything right? you could have easily avoided the situation. Lance sighed, and laid back down, facing the ceiling. he hard a hard lump in his throat, that he couldn't swallow.