Accidental Intentions

14 • Confusion

The very first thing Lance noticed was the green goo still stuck in Keith's hair was now on his shirt.

Keith sprung off him, shirt half-on and covering anything explicit with his hands as he shouted at him to get the fuck out, he could handle it well enough by himself, thanks.

But something wasn't right. He wasn't sure what though. Everything seemed fuzzy, but it was scratching at the back of his head. The back of his head!

He lifted his hand to feel as Keith glared down on him in angry embarassment. It was warm. Drawing his hand back, he saw that his fingertips were coated in a red syrup.

Keith figured it out before Lance could, the anger on his face melted into alarm. "Oh, no. Are you okay?"

"Is this...blood?"

"Yes! Are you alright? How do you feel?" Keith pressed him as he took a look at the wound. Judging by his face, it was bad.

How did he feel? Lance had to think about it for a while. Then it hit him. "It hurts. Real bad."

"Shit. Alright, can you stand up?" Keith asked. Lance stared at Keith's hands on his groin and wondered when he was going to put his pants on.

"When are you going to put your pants on?" he asked.

"When I'm sure your okay enough! Now focus! Can you stand?" Keith asked, frantically trying to stay calm.

Of course he could. He motioned to move, but for some reason his legs felt really shaky and wouldn't work. "Oh."

"Here," Keith motioned to assist him. With his right hand. His right hand that was just touching his...

"When are you going to put your pants on?" Lance asked again.

"Grow up!" But he did yank his shirt on the rest of the way, pulling it down to cover himself. "You're bleeding and probably have a concussion. You need to lie down," Keith exclaimed as he shoved a small bundle of dark cloth in to Lance's hand. "Here, hold that to your head."

"Okay," Lance said, doing as he was instructed. He was pretty sure Keith was wrong about the concussion, but his head was so muddled, he couldn't think of a reason to argue otherwise. But he was sure the Red Paladin was wrong. He could feel it.

He allowed Keith to help him up, only to find that he was dizzy. Really dizzy.

"Are we spinning?" Lance asked as Keith led him to the bed.

"No."

"Oh." Lance was sure they were. Keith was just too lame to notice. Suddenly, his stomach clenched. "Hey, I'm gonna—"

And then he did. All over Keith.

"I'm. Going. To. Kill. You," Keith threatened though gritted teeth as he not-so gently lowered Lance on the bed.

Though his whole being pulsed with the sharp throbbing from the back of his head, lying down was better, less dizzy, more fuzzy. In fact, he might just drift off...

"Hey!" Keith slapped him, harder than necessary. "You have to stay awake!"

"Huh?" Lance asked, more confused than mad.

"What is your name?" Keith asked.

What a loser, did he forget?

"Lance," he answered.

"Lance what?"

"Lance...M. It starts with an M." Lance furrowed his brow. Why couldn't he remeber? And why did Keith smell so bad? It was like barf or something. Wait, he just threw up didn't he? So why was Keith—

"Why don't you have any pants on?"