Blood's Run Stale (Voltron:LD Fanfic Klance)

Chap 8, What Are These Confusing Feelings?

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" A voice hissed out

"Well, I just found out myself," another voice sighed.

Keith woke up with a deep sigh, having the best sleep he'd ever had since the apocalypse. He groaned as he stretched out his sore muscles. At his groan, the voices out in the hall instantly silenced. There was a knock on the door as Keith reached down to pet Kosmo.

"Come in," Keith's groggy voice said. He sure hoped it was Shiro. He really had to pee.

A glint of glasses was his only warning before he got a lapful of gremlin. "I'm so glad you're awake," Pidge squealed out, being careful as she wrapped her arms around Keith's middle. "Lance has been driving me crazy."

Keith blinked in surprise, awkwardly reaching down and patting Pidge's light brown hair. "Umm, it's good to see you too?" He ended it in a question, confused at his own feelings. He knew the warmth in his chest was fondness, but it felt different. Almost alien.

At feeling a spark of something sharp, Keith looked up and saw Lance at the door, a soft smile on his flawless face. "She's been dying to talk to you," he said before his face suddenly turned serious. "Do you remember anything?"

Keith blinked, unsure of what the beta meant. "Umm...no. Am I supposed to?"

Pidge's face suddenly turned to look at him, tears in her brown eyes. "You almost died," she whispered, sitting back on Keith's thighs.

"I...what?" Keith asked, eyes flicking from Pidge to Lance.

"You had a seizure a couple days ago," Lance informed as he leaned against the white doorframe. Keith felt an echo of worry in his chest, which was really weird. Was he just worried about leaving Shiro alone again?

But that couldn't be right. Shiro had a family now, all of these odd people—some of whom he hadn't met yet—who came together at a worst time and made good out of it. Keith could see it in the laugh lines on Shiro's face, and the grins Pidge had been giving him whenever she talked about them.

"What caused it?" Keith finally asked as he rubbed Pidge's back when she suddenly leaned in for another hug. He winced at a sharp pain on his right hand. Looking down, he noticed an IV on the back of his hand.

"Well, you were too dehydrated," Lance said with a shrug. "Both Shiro and Pidge had fits, worried you wouldn't make it."

"We weren't the only ones," Pidge mumbled in Keith's chest, amusement in her scent.

Keith looked over to see a blush on Lance's tan cheeks. "Anyways," he said. "You must be hungry. You've been out of it for two days."

"Well, I have to pee more than eat right now," Keith admitted with his own blush.

"Oh, right," Lance pushed away from the doorframe and headed over. "I can take you."

Keith raised a black eyebrow. "Are you sure," he eyed Lance's skinny form. "You look like one strong wind could knock you over."

"Look who's talking, Mullet," Lance huffed, placing his hands on his hips.

"Mullet?" Keith reached up to feel his hair.

"Coran didn't do a very good job at cutting your hair," Pidge snickered before she hopped off the bed. "I'll go get you something to drink, and let Shiro know you're awake."

"Thanks," Keith called after her as she headed out the door.

"Seriously, I could easily lift you," Lance said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You probably don't weigh more than ninety pounds right now."