Throwing Up Petals (REWRITE)

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A/N: I originally had this shorter with less detail, I'm still working on this, a lot of personal stuff came up and i had no time to focus on my writing, so I'm haphazardly looking over everything and editing; i hope you have some lucky nights as you may get to see me struggle writing in real time :)

though I am unsure when the next chapter will be released ill make sure it's soon

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{Pidge POV}

   I am wandering the palace, counting my footsteps, Everything is so far away. It is just us, space, and the war. I had finished a few new modifications for Green, monitors for my health, a few updates to her cloaking and some basic maintenance. Keith and Allura went on a side mission, leaving the rest of the team alone on board to sort out palace upkeep and Keith's temper. If I remember correctly it was something about the Verlians needing some help with a dispute. I hope Allura won't get hurt, she's needed for the team... and I need her, she needs to teach me more Altean.

   Lost in my thoughts I wander, nothing better to do than wait while the systems are updating, maybe a snack will do me some good. My chest began to burn, it felt sharp and I felt nauseous, food and nutrients, now that I think about it when is the last time I ate or drank anything for that matter, I've been so hooked into green's technology it's been at least a few hours.. right?  A migraine began to develop along with the feeling of butterflies. 'what the hell?'

   'Maybe it's a type of flu? Shiro was feeling sick yesterday...' I began to cough my throat felt scratchy and like a million tiny papercuts were doused in hand sanitizer. 'blood...? petals...?' I look at the yellow petals in my hand. Daffodils? When did I eat these?'

   Again my chest tightened, the only thing we can do is hope that its not an alien disease, maybe I could make it to the sick-bay for an evaluation. I quickened my pace and stepped through the halls, everything looked the same, felt the same. Heightened anxiety and very similar walls and patterns without markers, i need to put up signs or arrows or something in these halls to make it familiar. I felt the scratching, the pain, the fear... I laid myself on the cold floor and let my eyes close, let all of the feelings drift into a nonconforming space, the pain and emotions subsiding into sleep, fitful and uneventful.

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   I woke up to Keith sitting across the hall, fidgeting with his bayard, "Taking a nap, Pidgeon?" he asked finally looking to the flowers under her head, "Shit... you have it too?" Keith questioned picking up a petal, "What do you think it is?"

"... I don't know Keith, I wish I did... We should quarantine and get Allura's attention."