Diamond Heart | Voltron (Keith Kogane) [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗: 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

Astraea had come to save you.

Astraea had done what she had learned from the Gladiator ring and used those techniques on Zethrid without fully ever doing what she had naturally done before, killing her enemy.

Zethrid was currently being held prisoner on Atlas until she managed to stop being angry.

As for you. You were sent into the hospital wing almost immediately. No one was allowed to see her. Absolutely no one. All besides the healer Bellatrix who had worked on learning healing herbs and medicine.

Almost an entire week had passed and finally you were given access to visitors.

When hearing this news all of Voltron both old and new came rushing in, tumbling. All at the same time.

When finally getting into the hospital quarter that you were condemned in, doors flushing opening, a smile upon all of their features but as soon as seeing you sitting besides the window curled up in bed staring out into space.

"Y/n," Astraea breathes out going to your side. "Hey," she spoke softly.

Pidge on your other.

You didn't dare look at them. Hid yourself, your body from their view.

"What's wrong, N/n?" Pidge adjusts their glasses.

But you didn't dare answer one word. Not a singular one. Hunk frowns deeply spurting out, revealing, showing his thought, "Are you hungry? Have they kept you away from the good food?"

Questions. Thoughts. SCREAMS!

Flinching violently, flinching ducking your head underneath your very hands threading your fingertips through your hair. All shadows purging together slamming against the walls of your confined space.

Keith grabs a hold of Pidge, yanking them back towards them whilst Lance followed Astraea who only shoved him off of her rejoining her best friend's side. Lowering herself to her robotic knees looking up into your paranoid eyes that looked all too crazed, too psychotic.

Astraea spoke like the stars in the darkness of space, "You have wraps." Pointing out obvious things. Obvious little things that you didn't want anyone noticing. Not these. You tried to keep this hidden. To keep this newly growth shedding in the light. But it was too late. It was all too late. "Why?"

GET OUT! They chanted. All of them chanted. Curiosity biting them and all your power wanted them out.

"Y/n," she drew. "Why do you have wraps?"

GET THEM OUT NOW!

Silence followed your vocal cords. All that came was absolutely nothing.

You were damaged beyond repair. A weak little thing left to be a peaceful being when all your knowings, your knowledge was based in the horror of wars, the chaoticness of life.

Astraea lifted herself up off the ground grasping a hold of one of your arms with small pressure and began undoing another piece of vulnerability. A vulnerability you didn't want to share. Didn't want to show. Shadows bleeding into you, darkening your eyes to a soulless dark black wiping them of any color, your voice deteriorating by the second it sounded like static overpowering bit by bit, "STOP!"

Everyone flinched.

Everyone but two.

Astraea kept undoing. Kept unwrapping. "GET OUT!"