Cold... Lance was jerked awake as something icy touched his cheek, his vision instantly going white. Something must be wrong. Lance rubbed his eyes and leaned on his elbow, feeling around for the walls of the pod. Where are they?? Flopping forward, Lance's vision cleared, and he found what he was looking for. The walls of the pod.
...Dusted in a thin layer of snow and cracked apart like eggshells.
He rubbed his eyes again, harder, but the hallucination didn't go away. Lance took off his glove and felt around, there really was snow, this wasn't fake.
Utilizing his past training, Lance took a hard, long look around, and assessed what was happening. He was lying down in snow, surrounded by broken pieces of what looked like his pod. His lower body was buried in rubble, and his legs felt numb. His diary was a few feet away, half of it charred and unrecognizable.
"I passed out writing, and I crashed." Lance's memory came back in flashes, as he came to terms with reality. "I'm alone on a frozen planet with half of the supplies I started with, no team, no protection, and no way to get back."
He started to panic, his breath coming in short gasps, How am I supposed to SURVIVE here? Lance clutched his chest, I can't... how? His numb legs were starting to hurt, and the world was shaking heavily.
Holding his head tightly, Lance gingerly fell back onto the snow, passing out.
(Timeskip: ...1 day has passed...)
(TW: BODILY INJURY/GORE)
OW. Lance woke up, this time feeling extreme pain in his legs, it took him a few minutes to come to, and remember what had happened. "Right, I need to get myself out of here."
He was dehydrated and didn't want to risk his legs getting infected, or hurt worse. Slowly digging himself out of the rubble seemed like a horrible and time-consuming idea, simply pulling his legs out seemed much better. On three, I slide out. He positioned his hands, ready to push. One...two...
"Three!"
Lance heaved with all of his remaining strength, his legs coming out easily. "All right!" he smiled, looking down to move his numb lower body. Instead, he froze, horrified. His left leg was bleeding, badly, out of a huge gash. And worse... it looked sick. Really sick.
(I'm back! Sorry, this isn't the most exciting chapter, burnout's a b!tch.)
(I might not update this book as often as I used to, school is sucking HARD right now, all of my teachers are piling assignments on me. Am I going to do them all, though? No.)
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(I'm just kidding, I need grades.)
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Lover Boy - A Voltron Fiction
FanfictionLance was alone in the hangers, again. Blue was resting after a long week of missions, but she still tried her best to comfort him every day. His only friend. His only support. How hilarious...Lance thought. I spend more time with a robot than I do...
