"Think of how others feel before acting out.. You don't know their story"-Keith

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Keith saw the blue jay again. It stared at him through the window with its beady eyes, but this time it kept a distance from Keith. It was like it saw what Keith had done, moments before his accident. It saw the monster Keith really was, and Keith hated it. No, he despised it. Keith stood up, his anger making him forget his pain for a moment, and he pounded on the window. The bird flew away, and that only angered Keith more. He kind of wanted that bird to stay. He had hoped it wouldn't be afraid of him, like others who learned would be.

There was a moments silence before that voice keith despised piped up, "Hey, did you take your pills yet?"
"No" Keith grumbled, slumping back into his bed, avoiding the look of a curious lance. Keith had given up on taking his pills. Sometimes he'd forget, and sometimes he just didn't feel the need to take them. If keith was to be honest, he didnt even want them. He wondered slightly if it would kill him, not to take them.

Lance gave a huff, and stood up, only to fall backwards on his bed, "Dang it" he sighed. He lifted his head to look at Keith again, after making sure his feet were flat on the ground, "Keith, If you don't take them, I'm gonna make you" He teased, standing again, this time having success, with a bit of help from the bed side. 

Keith looked over at Lance, and he gave a smirk, "Make your way over here first, before you make such remarks" He spoke, and put his hands on the back of his neck, as if he was relaxing, ignoring the soreness. Determination sparked in Lance's eyes, and he let go of the bedside, "Watch me mullet!-" He let out a small scream as he fell to the ground.

Keith turned sharply, reaching a hand out and grabbing Lance's wrist as he fell. There was a thud as the two tumbled to the ground, Keith overtop of lance, still holding His wrist. There was a moment of silence between the two, as they just kind of stared at each other in disbelief at what happened, before Lance gave a grin, and started laughing.

"Oh-Oh my god Keith" He laughed, putting his free hand on his forehead, "Smart move, mullet. Grabbing my wrist!" He continued to laugh. Keith glared at him, but felt a smile shape his lips. He tried his best to hold the laughter back, "S-Shut up Lance! i was trying to help!"
"Some help that was! now look at us!" He laughed. Keith finally broke, and he began to laugh as well.

The two laughed until they were out of breath, and until they realized the positions they were in, and stood up in awkwardness, heading back to their beds. Lance called room service, and had them bring a cup of water, so Keith could take his pills.

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Keith stared at the ceiling, examining every single dent and crevice in it. They all lead into another crevice, like streams, and they all looked almost completely the same. He tilted his head to look at lance, and was amused to see that he was doing the exact same thing. He watched the cuban boy's eyes glaze among the cracks and crevices, and smiled softly, He's so strange. He's not like anyone i met. But yet, he's so similar to a lot of people i met. It's so confusing, and i dont understand it.

Keith was so busy thinking, he didnt realize lance was looking at him now, with a grin on his face, "Like what ya see, mullet?"
Keith turned his head to look away so fast, he got whiplash, "W-What the heck lance?! no! shut up!" He shouted, confusion, anger, and another feeling built in his lungs, making him hold his breath. Lance gave a laugh, "Hey, i know im beautiful, you can look-"
"I said shut up!!" Keith shouted again, his face heating up. He hated that Lance caught him staring, but he felt a smile build on his face. Even more confusion entered his mind, as he thought about that.

"Okay, jeez, calm down mullet" Lance gave a soft chuckle, and laid back against his pillows. There was a bit of silence, before lance spoke up again, "Ive got rehab today, to get my legs working properly again" He grinned.

Keith's eyes were now fixed on lance, and for some reason, he was sad about it. He nodded, "Oh, thats awesome, lance! how long will you be gone for?" He wondered out loud. Lance looked at his legs, seeming super happy about it, "At least an hour. maybe more sense its my first day for rehab."

Keith felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, and lance seemed to notice his unease, "Haha, don't miss me too much while i'm gone" He joked, and Keith gave a tiny smile, "Psh, like i would" He teased. Lance giggled, and sat up, examining his legs.

An hour and thirty minutes. Who knew that would cause Keith so much loneliness.