"Is it..the space flu?! AM I GOING TO DIE?! I CAN'T DIE YET! I 'M TOO PRETTY AND HANDSOME TO DIE! HUNK!!"
Lance sobs, throwing himself dramatically into Hunk's arms as the other boy, already used to Lance's dramatics, was waiting and willing to help the boy as he swooned and pressed his hand to his forehead.
"What will the galaxy do without me?!"
"Calm down, Lance, I'm sure it's nothing a little time in the healing pods can't fix."
Shiro glanced over as the door to the common room swished open and Coran waltzed in with his usual timing.
"No can do, I'm afraid. The pods are still down after that little crash we took during that tizzy of a fight! I'm working on them now, but it doesn't look good, I'm afraid. We'll need to make another stop and pick up some balmerian crystals."
Hunk perked up at the mention, leaving Lance to sulk as he slipped out of the other boy's arms. He gave Lance an apologetic glance and called out after Coran.
"Do you thik we could stop by and visit Shay? I'm sure they wouldn't mind parting with a few crystals, I mean, they seemed more then happy to help la-"
The doors swished shut as the two walked out and Shiro shook his as he turned back to Lance.
Lance sat pouting on the floor. His head was aching, his eyes watering at the flush of heat already on his cheeks. He'd woken up struggling with his sheets, shivering with cold, yet suffocating in his too tight clothes.
He was already dressed in the loosest clothes he could dig out, a long blue shirt hanging off his shoulder and some blue pants that felt like silk that were probably pajamas of some sort, with the biggest, fluffiest blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
Still, he felt miserable, his throat sore and his head aching. He found himself wishing for his mother's soothing tea and his sisters warm hands, easing away the ache of the fever.
His eyes watered for another reason and he was quick to blink the tears away, feeling Shiro's eyes on him. The last thing he needed was to worry the others more by crying.
Pidge had taken one look at him and flee'd, swearing death on Lance if the boy so much as breathed in her direction and Shiro had excused him from early morning training, leaving Lance to wallow on the couch until it was over.
His eyes squinting, he glanced around, but the red paladin pain in his ass was nowhere to be found. He felt a stirring in his gut at the thought that Keith was avoiding him too, but the other boy hadn't said much when he'd seen Lance, probably hadn't even noticfed him, that jerk.
Always thinking he was better than Lance, with that bad boy attitude.. Lance felt better a few minutes later, mentally talking Keith down a peg or two always seemed to brighten up his mood, though the sniffles were starting to get annoying.
How did he even get a cold, in space?!
Did the germs just.. Follow them into the castle? Was it even a cold? What if he really did have the space flu? Oh god or some kind of alien bacteria was growing inside him and infecting him, trying to take over his brain!!
"You'd have to have brains first, dumbass."
Keith's voice spoke from behind him and Lance swore as he practically jumped a mile and his heart pounded in his chest.
"KEITH!!"
