The Hanahaki Disease// Voltron AU

4.2: a little party never killed nobody

Playlist: Dancing With Tears In My Eyes - Ke$ha

After

Everything was fucked up. Everything was so fucked up. I've missed almost three weeks of practice now. I was the fucking team captain and I couldn't even show them that I deserved the title! Tony and Randy could be arguing with Coach right not, trying to get me kicked off the team, trying to get my scholarship taken away and I was letting them! I needed to get over this fucking disease fast before it ruined my life.

Coach K
Hey, Lance are you feeling any better?

Lance McClain
I'm not coach. I'm so sorry. I really wish I was at practice.
If I get everyone sick though then there won't be a team.

Coach K
It's okay Lance. You just get focus on getting better. You'll be in the water again soon.

I wanted so badly just to go to practice, just to touch the water and feel it against my skin but I was coughing up flowers too often now. If I went, they would see. If I went, they would know.

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The pulsing bass and the colorful party lights were not helping my nausea. "Lance, this isn't a good idea. Especially with your condition." Hunk had argued, a couple hours before. "Partying isn't going to help anything."

"It's not like I'm going to get drunk Hunk. I just want to go listen to music and meet a few people. Is that too much to ask?" Hunk had sighed.

"Lance, you're coughing up flowers."

"I know! And it'll make for a good party trick."

"Lance, I can't let you do this."

"Well I'm not asking for your permission Hunk." He shut his mouth at the harshness in my tone. I sigh a little. "Just come with me if you're so worried. But I want to go. I want to forget about this flower thing for a little bit." Hunk stood and walked towards me as I put my jacket on, coughing a little into my hand.

"You're burning up." Hunk said, putting his hand against my forehead. His hand felt cold, though it was probably room temperature. I moved away from his hand.

"I'll be fine Hunk. I feel fine right now. Let's go."

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"Keith! Buddy!" Keith frowned as he spotted me. "I thought you hate parties?" I said, siding up next to him on the wall. Keith shifted around nervously, the red cup in his hand smelled like vodka. The smell alone made me want to throw up.

"I do. I'm here with Aurora and Jeremy though I don't know where they are anymore..." Keith said, looking around before giving me a strange look. "What are you doing here? Aren't you sick?" He demanded.

"That's never held me back before." Keith rolls his eyes.

"You shouldn't be here idiot."

"Aw, it's cute that you care." I teased. Keith looked away, clenching his jaw a little.

"Of course I care Lance." He grumbled. "You're like my best friend."