Broken

The Reveal

The floor was cold, then again that wasn't too surprising since he was sleeping in an abandoned building. Today had been rather hard for him as well, his chest hurt he was frantic and scared. First, he had a run-in with the cops who forced him to go and see Shiro, his therapist the same person who was supposed to make sure he didn't run out of the medication he needed. Now he was out, the pills were all gone. The bottles had all been half full before he had left for school, now he was completely out and was supposed to have taken another dose nearly two hours ago. Not only that but his scent was stronger now than it had been before, he was too out of order to really apply his scent stuff right now and he felt especially on edge now. Pain flared up as he began tearing his bags apart in search of just one pill, something to make this all stop. When his phone went off he jumped and shakily picked up the phone, reminding him that he had told Lance the address of this place in case he wanted to study and that Lance mentioned maybe coming over. Ignoring it he tossed his phone onto the dirty cot he'd been using to sleep on, and continued searching before giving up his eyes down casted as tears began sliding down his cheeks the flash of metal caught his attention and he sniffled a bit. Maybe just a few... A few turned into multiple as Keith picked up the razor and carefully drew a line across his wrist, it was jagged, deep, crooked. After that first one he began moving one cut over another once out of room in the area he wanted he moved to his other wrist, the blood had dirtied his jeans though no one would be able to see since they were black the small red puddles that had formed rippled with each new drop and he felt the tears slowly drip down his cheeks, mixing into the deep red.

Lance found it kinda weird that Keith didn't pick up his phone, they were supposed to study today but then he had remembered the address Keith had told him earlier that day. Lance gathered up his things and put them into a backpack before he started to head out that way, he left a few messages on the others phone saying he was on his way a bit confused as to why the younger hadn't responded. Once the Cuban got to the building he ignored the sketchy sounds and the awful smell of trash and old food that the homeless would bring back from wondering the streets. After a while of looking around the abandoned building he finally found Keith; but not in a good way. Lance watched as the blood oozed out of his wrists and covered his pale white skin, noticed the other's red cheeks stained with tears. Lance dropped his bag and ran over to the other grabbing Keith's arm and the razor from the him before throwing it as far away as he possibly could. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Lance said as he grabbed the other's wrists gently trying to find something to put on the cuts to stop the bleeding or at least slow it down a bit.

The younger flinched, both at the touch and the harshness of Lance's voice. His eyes were dull and his body trembled, he tried to pull away from Lance. The new cuts were layered over older ones, scars covering his arms he was wearing a simple shirt now the scars on his throat visible. This hadn't been his first attempt to end it, though right now he just needed relief having Lance here now caused his anxiety to peak and he felt himself beginning to panic slightly. "... Let go..." He breathed out shakily, Lance was an Alpha this situation was only getting worse his scent was steadily growing stronger without his scented patches. He was already beyond repair in his opinion, who wants an Omega that's broken? He choked on his words, this never usually happened in front of people due to his medication. He didn't like being yelled at, he didn't have the energy to yell back either right now. Choking on a sob he hiccupped, Keith didn't believe Shiro when he told him he'd find a mate eventually. No one would want him; his episodes and lash outs were too much for anyone to handle. Keeping up with his medication and appointments would drive them mad.

Lance was too caught up in the moment to really notice the others scent rising as he took out a handkerchief and ripped it in half. Lance then wrapped them around both of Keith's wrists not really caring that his clothing and his hands were stained red with Keith's blood. "No... I'm not letting you go, and you're not staying here anymore either..." Lance said as he gathered up all of Keith's things into the bag he had and threw it over his shoulder along with his own bag. "You're coming to my house and that is final." Lance added as he looked at Keith with a soft gentle yet worried look. He didn't want nor like to see the other like this, he didn't want him to do these things anymore, seeing the old scars on his arms made his heart ache in sympathy and worry. Lance carefully got the other male to stand up and started to walk out of the building not really caring if the other tried to refuse or not, he wanted Keith in a safer place, and the only place he could think of was his own house.