safe here [shiro/reader]

chapter seven: acid

>> A/N: i had HUGE writers block plus three exams this week so take this shitty short ass chapter

[YOUR POV -- the day before Voltron's reformation]

You whipped your head around to the door, your eyes wide.

Your eyes met a human -- a human? A human.

A human without a surgical mask on.

A human without safety glasses on.

A human without a white lab coat on.

A human with caramel-colored skin; short, dark brown hair; and dark brown eyes that met yours.

"Let's get you out of here, alright?"

The human walked to you and broke your clamps swiftly. He remained calm, despite the flames that were slowing creeping up to him.

... What?

What was going on?

What was this?

Weren't you supposed to die?

...

You didn't want this.

You wanted to die.

You didn't want this.

You wanted to die.

But you couldn't protest. You hadn't moved your body for two years, and your muscles didn't know what to do: you were weak, to say the least.

The human took you into his arms and ran out the room's door, the ends of his hair starting to catch flame. Once the two of you made it out, he was practically jumping in excitement -- but as soon as he stepped out of the room, your chest started to burn. More specifically, in between your breasts.

"Hunk! Pidge!"

You turned your head and your eyes fell upon two other humans, who you assumed were the friends of the one carrying you: "Hunk" and "Pidge". The shorter human had sandpaper-colored hair and glasses -- they were wearing a green and white shirt with cargo shorts on. The other seemed soft all around, wearing earthy-green tones. Both of them had short hair.

But you couldn't focus on them, or any of your surroundings for that matter. You were being set on fire from the inside out. You felt acid in your throat, but you swallowed it back down. The burning was getting worse, and you were having trouble breathing.

"I found Shiro! Keith can suck my di--"

"You called?"

Another voice this time. You turned to the direction of the hallway, but couldn't see anyone. Moments later, two figures emerged from one of the rooms in the hall, one figure in red and the other in rags.

But your attention went back to the burning. It was overwhelming. You couldn't breathe.

There was a silence between the humans until the one in red spoke, "I don't know who any of you are, or who that white-haired girl is, but I've got Shiro. And I'm 105% sure that the person in your arms right now isn't him."

Black dots danced around your vision as you tried your hardest to see who was talking, but you couldn't make out the faces of the two other humans -- they were clumped up in the mix of the blacks and swirls that swam everywhere in your sight.

The air in your lungs seemed like they were being forcibly sucked out.

"Well..." the human carrying you muttered with a pout, "Let's say I did screw up and this girl isn't Shiro... we still couldn't leave such a lovely lady behind, could we?"

Everyone then turned their attention towards you, but once they saw your face, they froze.

The earthy human looked at you, eyes wide in fear.

"Uh...Lance? Is she...okay?"

And with those five words, the rest of your vision was immersed in black.  

>> A/N: will update either next week on wednesday or friday! stay tuned for more shitty writing lmao