"Take the time to do the things you enjoy. Never be afraid to show yourself some appreciation"-Lance

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A flash of light. Keith saw it, and felt his heart burst of fear as he turned the motorcycle one way, the swerved another. He felt gravity give way, and his motorcycle turned sideways, rolling over the car beside him. he was flown off, and his motorcycle crashed down a few feet beside him. he felt himself collide, with the car, and with the ground. Three times, he hit the gravel road, and each time was torture. Pain after pain. And it engulfed him. Each hit was hard in his mind.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

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"Keith!"

Keith shot up from his bed, cold and covered in sweat. His eyes were wide, and he immediately put a hand to his head, as if he was trying to wipe that awful dream from his mind. fucking hell! He thought, a shiver running through his body, and slight pain trickled from his closed and stitched wounds. He turned his head to see a worried Lance, leaning a bit off his bed to look at him.

"Hey, Are you okay?" he asked, his blue crystalized eyes seemed to be locked on him like glue, and pure concern was imprinted all over his tanned face. Keith wondered why he would care so much.

"Yes" was all Keith could muster, and even as the cuban boy continued to watch him for any signs of struggle or pain, Keith took deep breaths, Damn pills, i forget to take them all the time-

"Hey, i see theres a pill bottle on that table. did you take one already?" Lance asked, tilting his head in confusion and wonder, "Are those even for you? what are they for?"

Keith groaned in irritation, laying back against the pillows again. Right back to talking nonstop. petty. He thought, but he picked up his pill bottle and read the label, only to be pressed on more by lance. he squeezed his pill bottle.

"Hey, are you okay?-"
"What the hell do you want from me?!" Keith burst, looking at lance through narrowed eyes, "Why the hell are you even here?! to bother me?!" He shouted. His heartbeat was pulsing in his head, and anger shot through his veins like a bullet, piercing his skin and boiling his blood, "I was in a motorcycle accident! You must've been put here just to cause torture to me!"

Lance's eyes seemed to widen a bit, "A motorcycle accident?" He asked, and lifted a hand to clutch his other arm,  in both surprise and concern, "Dude you could have gotten hurt way worse-"

"Why the hell do you care?" Keith responded, looking away. Lance shifted in his bed before speaking, "I'm..not here to annoy you Keith. Im here because i crashed into a building, drunk" He seemed to feel extremely guilty for that.

"You could have gotten hurt worse too," Keith looked back to Lance, his eyes narrow, but showed a hint of pain, "What the hell were you thinking, Drinking before you drove, you dumbass?!"

Lance's eyes narrowed a bit, "What the hell were you thinking, when you were on your motorcycle?!-"
"Nothing" Keith interrupted him. There was a moment of silence before Keith spoke again.

"I wasn't thinking anything at all. Why would i, when my parents just died?" Keith asked, his eyes seemed to go dull, and his face paled even more than its original color. His hands clutched the besides, and he only started at the pill bottle, that now lay in his lap, little cracks lining it from when Keith gripped it.

Lance's blue eyes were wide as an owl's eyes now, pain engulfing them, and he looked at the window, to keep himself from thinking too much into it, "..Keith.." He spoke up, and Keith felt his heartbeat pulse in his head once more.

"Don't. Thats enough of my life in a conversation, you got that?" He spoke harshly, and turned away from lance, who looked at his bedsheets, trying to find the words to say.

There was silence among the two before there was a shifting noise, and footsteps. Keith turned a bit, as lance sat on the edge of his bed, though he struggled to get up, which amused Keith a little bit. What shit is he gonna ask about my life next?

Lance looked at Keith, "Hey Keith?" he asked, "I know that you don't like me very much" He spoke softly, and a bit hesitant, which caused Keith a bit of confusion. "Yeah.. what about it?" Keith grumbled, which made lance a bit more hesitant.

"Well, um, we were put in the same room, so in a way we are kinda stuck here, so.. i think we should try and be friends. Because, as your friend, i.. can help you more" He put a hand on the back of his neck, nervously, "I want you to know you aren't alone in this world, okay? So.. you have a friend now, got it?"

Keith looked at the boy, and even more confusion entered him. He gave a nod, "Fine, whatever, friends. sure."

Lance gave a huge grin, and hugged Keith, "Awesome!" He then stood up and, very unsteadily, walked back to his bed, flopping down onto it. Keith felt a bit of amusement spark in himself, but he waved it off like it was nothing.

both of them were rather happy for once.