what if fruit were sour !! klance smut

sick at the thought [of it all]

[TRIGGERS] war themes, gore, MILD SEXUAL CONTACT [not sex], and insomnia
[chapter will be in Keith's point of view and if not it will be pointed out]

--start--

the idea of it is a mess really. it's not intentionally that way. it's because we crave power. because we crave dominance. because we crave control. when we feel blood trickle from our palms, cupping the wounds we've taken, all we can say is that we asked for it. we signed up for this. we took this war as a duty, that really wasn't ours to fight. we wound others because we think we're saving something, but what do we have to save?

I felt air push into my lungs.

my eyes shot wide and all i remember is diving forward, pushing the young boy out of the way of the bullet.

I felt the pressure in a flash, the breaking of skin, and the metal digging it's way deep into my side.

I grit my teeth, and use my gloved Palm to push off the ground, and help the boy up, running him to cover, using my own body as a shield to anymore wounds.

I was breathing hard.

my hand cupping my side as I help the boy into a building, and nodding to the others inside it.

we were getting this whole war thing together but more we're getting hurt. it wasn't a fight anymore.

it was a struggle.
it was a failed attempt on the others for trying to take something so small.
to me the place is unimportant, but when I signed up, I forgot to put that I only wanted to fight 'important' fights.

"take him to the doc in the back," I grunt and the young boy follows the nurse back and I quickly take off what of my gear that I can.

I take my shirt off and grimace at the wound on my side and flinch when I apply pressure to it.

"fuck..." I groan and a nurse that just finished up is quick to sit me down and tell me to brace and what.

I've been shot before, this isn't that bad. it's close, but nothing extreme to things I've seen.

I bite my gloved hand while she uses tweezers to pull the bullet out and immediately blood gushed from the wound. I feel the pressure of gauze and then she piles more, hoping to stop the blood with what we have. she takes the drenched gauze off and dabs alcohol on the wound before putting more gauze on it and wrapping my torso.

I get up when it's done to make room for more people and I head to the back, to check on the boy. I slip a hand through to part the curtains and look to the boy with big, watery eyes and then to doctor.

"is he good doc?" I nod politely at him and let the curtain fall behind me, entering the small area.

"he'll be just fine, we're going to give him a few shots and then he should be good to head home." he nods back and leaves the curtained space briefly; one, knowing i'd want to speak to him, two, probably needing something anyways.

"I'm Keith." I say softly and sit at the edge of the metal bed, "and you are?" I ask softly, knowing he's a bit scuffed up and probably spooked.

"l-lance..." he said just barely above a whisper and I nod.

"well, lance, I'm going to escort you home after this, okay?" he nods, "I think it'd be best if you stay home for while this all is going on, okay? we don't need any kids getting hurt." I nod and he stays quit, bringing a scraped hand to rub his eye.

poor thing. I'm sure he's shaken up quite a bit.

the doctor comes back and I stand to leave but feel a hand reach for mine, looking down I see the boys hand tightly wrapped around mine.