I was willing to do anything to help lance get better, and I mean everything. First step was to get him to eatan and boy was that a struggle. The next day after lance told me everything, we were starting the er... eating training? Is that what we're calling it? Ok anyways, I snuck him to the kitchen and made him Some breakfast. He kept insisting we eat in his room so I complied. We took his plate of goo to his room and sat on his bed. Lance looked extremely nervous he started sweating as he stared at his plate swallowing hard. He looked at me and then at the plate. His skin became pale and his hands were slightly trembling. "Buddy, take it slow ok? Don't rush just breath ok? Lance you don't have to eat all of it just eat something." I assured lance. I watched as lance picked up the spork and spooned a small amount of food goo into his mouth. He smiled as the warm goo hit his tounge but he wasn't swallowing. He looked afraid to. I placed my hand on his shoulder as he chewed, and then eventually swallowed his bite. He looked sick. His face went pale and he starting taking deep breaths and closed his eyes. "Woah, dude? Are you ok?" I asked and he slightly shook his head no. Just then he clutched his stomach and ran into his bathroom. I heard the sounds of him regurgitate through the metal door. I rushed in after him and noticed he was crying too. 8 couldn't believe that one bite of food cuased caused him to become this sick. I knelt down beside him and rubbed his back as he threw up. When he finished he had tears in his eyes. "I TOLD YOU!! (Sob) it's not worth it (sniff) thanks for trying Keith but..." he didn't finish his sentence and walked out of the room. I got up off of the bathroom floor and walked out of lance's room. I didn't know what to do. How do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? I had no answers, I didn't know where lance went, and I didn't know how to help lance. I felt like the worst friend in the world. I thought about going to the team but they didn't seem to care about lance anyways. I decided to sleep on it maybe I could think of something to do for him.
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tearing up my soul (Completed)
FanfictionLance feels sad and depressed all the time and it tears him up inside. it's getting to be so bad that he stopped eating and sleeping. Lance is slowly becoming more sick inside and out. can his loyal teammates help him or will it be too late?
