Break Bad

Red

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July 11th, 12:13Pm..

"Ooo, is that raspberry jam!?"
Allura squeaked as she opened the fridge to pull out the jam jar.

Lance gasped from his seat in the asshole chair. "It is! Isn't raspberry jam the best!?"

"It absolutely is."

Keith just rested his head in his hands. Refusing to uncover his eyes and allow the sunlight streaming in from the windows to pierce his eyes with burning brightness. Even overcast, it was too much. The headache had only seemed to get worse over the last few days, and so much as looking outside made it worse. So Allura had been visiting them in the apartment.

Yet even in the dim apartment, with curtains drawn, the pain spiked worse and worse by the minute. Especially with the high pitched voices of Allura and Lance chirping about jam.

"Is it non GMO?" Allura asked.

Lance nodded enthusiastically. "Yep, I don't know what it means, but it sounds like it's probably good, right?"

She chuckled. "Like I said. Very quirky. It's also zero sugar? But it tastes delicious!"
She said as she out a spoon of the jam in her mouth.

Lance clapped his hands together.
"Right!? It's the best! Keith got it for me, even though he said we didn't need it, and shouldn't spend the money. We also have Rosé."

Allura gasped, and nearly screamed.
"You have Rosé!"

Keith felt a new dagger stab into his brain, and with it came the returning blurriness of his vision.
"Guys, quiet!"
Keith yelled, though the price of raising his voice was another wave of pain, and blurriness. Keith felt some of his body tense up, and then loosen without his control.
After a moment the pain slowly subsided, and his body again felt under his control. He lifted his head to see Allura and Lance were staring at him, concern on their faces.

Lance took a deep breath, and leaned forward in his chair.
"I'm sorry, Keith...I know, I'm not very good at being...uh, quiet. Are you okay?"

Keith shook his head.."No, I'm sorry, Lance. I shouldn't- I'll be fine, guys just don't look at me like I'm some injured puppy. I'm fine."

Allura set the raspberry jam back in the fridge and closed it, walking up to the dining room table and sitting on the small stool they had gotten out for her a few days ago.
"Keith, maybe a doctor could figure this out, and help."

Keith shook his head, and clenched his fists slightly. "For the fifth time, no. I am not going to the doctor."

"And for the fifth time I am asking why not?"

Keith just groaned, and looked away. Lance answered for him. "Keith uh, had a bad experience last time he was at one. Brings up a lot of memories. It could trigger a panic attack, like thinking about my parents does for me. That won't help him."
The lie came smoothly the Lance, even the fake stutter at the beginning. Just like Keith showed him while he instructed him in how to lie to Allura about the reasons behind his decision.

Allura crossed her arms.
"A panic attack is better than a three week long migraine."

Lance sighed, and looked at Keith. Lance didn't like this anymore than her. He hated it in fact. Especially because he knew Keith had more symptoms than just the headache. Keith had collapsed almost a week ago. His vision had gone blurry, he sometimes had trouble hearing Lance. Yet Keith insisted Lance not do or say anything to Allura.

Lance promised he wouldn't, but the situation was stretching that promise thin, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it. Not with Keith suffering.
"Keith, maybe...you should give it a shot."