Klance Oneshots-Don't Forget Me

18-Sickday

-Keith's POV-

I bury my nose into Lance's side as I try to distract my self from the pain bubbling in my stomach. My throat feels like prickly sand paper. With every breath, it is either too big or too small. Because, the freezing air brushing against the rough abode of my throat feels  horribly uncomfortable. 

I've been feeling like this since the morning, but me being me, I brushed it off. I felt quite queasy as soon as I woke up, yet I kissed Lance on the cheek and sped off to the gym anyways. Let's just say that, a rough leg day at the gym didn't soothe the pain.

As you can probably tell, I haven't been feeling too great lately. Of course, Lance sees that as well. But I don't want to worry him. I just don't want to be a burden, over what is a silly cold...or something. I've been telling him I'm fine, but he just won't listen. I don't look that bad, he told me I looked a bit pale, but maybe he's just being paranoid. So here we are, on a stormy Sunday noon, wrapped in each others arms while watching a movie on the couch. 

 My chest tightens as a warm plot of nausea bullets through my throat. I squeeze my watery eyes shut, and clasp a hand over my mouth. All I can focus on is the comfort of my closed eyes, compared to the thrashing . Thankfully the pocket of burning nausea sits in my throat only to go back down again.

I take a deep breath and release my lips from the cage my clammy hands, but I'm too tired to open my eyes. In all honesty, I just don't want to open them, all I want to do is lay down. My chest is still heaving slightly from the sudden shock.

A warm body wraps his arms tighter around my side, obviously conserved about the act I just pulled. Lance. Oh god, Lance. "Keith, babe, you feelin' okay?"

"I'm feeling" I suck in my teeth "wonderful"

Lance sighs and places a gentle hand atop my forehead "Keith-you're warm-here, I'll be back."

Before I can tug Lance's arm and tell him in fine but he places a quick kiss on my forehead and scampers off to the other room. He then returns with a thermometer, a damp rag, a bucket, three bottles of refrigerated water and a concerned smile.

By now, I've finally opened my eyes. As painful and lazy they feel, I keep them open. Open enough to see my boyfriend worried for abseloubtley no reason. I sigh and tell him that I'm a "big boy" and I know how to take care of myself.

Lance places his supplies that he gathered on a small coffee table "Hey, I'm not say you cannot. It's just that I can see it written on your face, it's okay to take a break, alright?" I roll my eyes "Hey, could you lay down really quick, please?"

I hold in a rough cough, peel my eyes off of the bottled waters and lay back on the arm of the couch. Lance gently puts the bucket on my lap, just in case. 

"Lance, I'm doing just fine-"

"When'd you start feeling unwell?"

I look around, trying to avoid the shorter boy's gaze. I sigh loudly, knowing that Lance is just in full "caring boyfriend" mode. It's really sweet, I just don't always respond to it well because, it's not something I'm used to. I'm not used to having someone look after me when I can't. Yet, Lance always makes sure to. It is incredibly sweet, and I don't want to hurt his feelings by being a dick. "Right before I went to the gym"

Lance says "God, Keith, you went to the gym even though you were sick?" 

I cast my eyes down, feeling a bit guilty for how worried I have got my boyfriend "I was trying to distract myself, somehow"

Lance brushes my bangs from my eyes and quietly responds then tells ,e that it's okay, because at least I can rest now.

I chuckle and go to presses a kiss on Lance's earlobe but he presses his palm to my lips before I can "nu-uh, hey! I don't want any of your sick germs!"