June 27th
9:00 PM

Lance sat up in the bed, his right arm was fixed to his side as he tried to move his paralyzed arm, sighing in defeat as it lay motionless.

His nurse, Laura Towels, walked into the room and gave him a sympathetic look, "Tryin' to move your arm, dear?" She asked.

Lance nodded with a sigh, looking up at her and giving her a sad smile. Laura wasn't old, looking to be about in her 40s or 50s, she had short brown hair that curled at her shoulders, and she wasn't very skinny, but that's what lance liked about her. She was different, like him. Her eyes were as green as an emerald, and her skin was pale. She was his favorite nurse.

"Well, I hope you will be able to use it" She sighed and rested the blankets on the bed farther up to lance's neck. "Better hun?"

Lance gave a curt nod, smiling. "Yeah. Thanks Mrs. Towels"
"Oh no, please, call me Laura" Laura said in her usual happy and blooming tone, which made lance happy too as she exited the room.

Maybe I'm just over-reacting. My arm will be better soon. Lance smiled at this thought. Back to holding as many things as possible, like when I was a kid.

As he thought that, a familiar mullet-head walked into the room, holding a gift bag across his arm. Lance gave a small smile, but it grew to an obnoxious smirk. "Hey Mullet-head, finally decided to show it off, eh? Not much to show off though. It's all ragged and ugly" he giggled.

Keith growled, "I have more hair than you" he rolled his eyes, setting down the present on Lance's desk. Lance stared at it and tried reaching out, only to have his arm abandon him once more.

Keith looked at Lance and noticed a flash of grief stain his ocean blue eyes, so he stood up and opened it for him. He lifted out a small seashell necklace and gave it to him. "It's not much, but he grateful. It's all I can afford right now-"

"Thank you" Lance said after a few moments of silence. Keith was shocked to see lance's eyes were welling up with tears. "Gee if you don't like it I can get something different-"

"No. it's not about that. The necklace is great. It's just..." Lance looked at the necklace. He lifted his right arm and grabbed his left arm, lifting it to grab the necklace. Keith watched the pitiful lance drop his arm multiple times, then begin crying.

Keith pulled up a chair next to lance's bed and sat down, looking at him, "Hey. Lance, don't be upset" He was surprised at how Sympathetic he actually felt, but he was glad, because it calmed lance down to the point of only whimpering.

Keith reached his hand out and put it on lance's arm, "Take it easy man. You'll be okay.." Keith paused, "Just.. go to your happy place"

"Your happy place?" Lance sounded almost completely doubtful.
"Yeah, You know, when you close your eyes and imagine what makes you happy?" Keith said with a shrug.

"Well.. I.. don't have to imagine what makes me happy. It's right in front of me" Lance said with a small blush, then paused, "I-IM" he cleared his throat, "Im talking about the necklace. I love the ocean. It's what makes me happy"

Keith paused after a few moments of blushing, "Well then, Think about the ocean" he smiled. Lance looked at Keith and smiled slightly, "Alright.. I'll give it a shot.."

"Good" Keith said, standing up, "Well, get some sleep, moron" He turned around to face away from lane, gave a small smile, and walked out of the room.

Keith was about to walk farther, when he noticed his mom walk in the room. He decided to stay and listen.

"Lance, what the heck is wrong with you?" Rosa said, and slapped Lance in the face with the newspaper she had been reading on the way to the hospital. "Now you're completely useless, and you didn't even clean today"

"Mom, that all your worried about..?" Lance asked, a little hurt. "You were not suppose to be walking out by yourself in the first place. Your such an idiot sometimes" She let out a sigh and sat down, "What am I going to do with you?"

Keith was now pressed up against the door, listening in rage. Why did she slap him!? He was about to walk in and ask her himself when there was footsteps and the door swung open, smacking Keith in the face in the process. without saying a word, Rosa took off down the hallway.

Keith rubbed the side of his face (which was thankfully the only place that got hit) and walked back into lance's room, sitting down beside him. Lance was silent, staring at his hands which lay on his lap. Keith didn't know what to do to help out his friend, so he picked up Lance's book, "Want me to read this to you?"

Lance wondered dimly why Keith was still here, but didn't hesitate to give him a nod, "Yeah. I'd enjoy that"