Arrest Me, Officer {Klance}

Chapter 6

mrc2 Note: Golly gosh, I'm not looking forward to going back to school. This fic will most likely not be finished by then so I'm going to warn you now that chapters may come much slower

{Walnut note: not anymore pFFT}

Keith gently lowered Lance onto the couch, making sure to prop the other's head on a pillow. Lance didn't take his eyes off of Keith once, not even when Keith propped his injured leg up onto another few pillows with a towel covering them to stop the blood from soaking into the pillows. He winced, face scrunching up as he did his best to hold back a whimper. Keith didn't realise Lance was watching him until he finally looked up to the wounded male's face only to meet his gaze. They didn't break eye contact, remaining silent as they just stared at one another. It was a few moments later when a grin split Lance's face, a little strained due to pain he must've been in.

"You we-were worried about me." He said, voice coming out softer than it should've done even with he slight stutter the pain brought upon the thief. It surprised Keith. "I thought you'd be h-happy to get rid of me."

"Why think that?" Keith asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Lance thought Keith wouldn't care if he died?

"Because... Blue and Officer Kogane... We've never actually been c-close." Lance's hands moved slightly at his sides, wanting to make gestures to accommodate his statement but he couldn't exactly move his arms without feeling pain. "I thought that yo-you'd be happy that you might have - ow, ow, ow, my leg hurts - that you mi-might have got rid of the Blue P-Paladin." Keith shook his head. It made sense why he thought that way but it wasn't the truth.

"No, I wouldn't be happy." Keith replied, "Blue Paladin or not, you don't deserve to die. Put in jail, yeah, but not killed." He said. It was then that he allowed himself to look back down at Lance's leg. The metal was still imbedded. Keith knew it would hurt a heck of a lot when it was pulled out. They hadn't had the time to pull it out back at the warehouse, they had had to leave before the cops and firefighters got there. Shiro would handle them. Keith let his eyes wander to the numerous cuts on the exposed skin through the tears and rips in Lance's clothes. His gaze followed a small trickle of blood that fell from a cut on Lance's waist left on view by a rip in the shirt. "We have to get that metal out of your leg." He said finally, eyes flicking up to make eye contact with Lance. The thief gulped but slowly nodded.

Keith looked to the metal in his leg. It would hurt, definitely. He wasn't great at first aid if he was being honest but he was sure there weren't any important arteries in a thigh. Right? It was blocking a blood flow but not one that could kill him in minutes. Right?

"Call Allura." Lance said, voice quick, catching Keith's attention. His gaze snapped up to look at him. Call Allura? She was the owner of Altea Cafe, Lance's boss. What did she have to do with any of this? "She knows a-about me. Th-they all do." That explained it. "Sh-She's my personal doc. She can help, y-you don't have to do the me-- metal."

"What, you don't trust me to do it?"

"No." Was the quick reply. Keith didn't have it in himself to feel offended. He just huffed.

Keith was just going to call an actual doctor but that would've been risky. They'd most likely question them, want to know what happened. Keith couldn't give out information of a case and Lance couldn't exactly say he was the thief which was famous for his amazing escapes. Plus, it would be hard to make them keep quiet about it. A bribe would've probably been needed. But, if that person already knew of Lance's secret and would keep the secret then they would be good help. They could keep the secret about the case of the gem too. The look Lance was giving him held a glint full of reassurance, he trusted her. If Lance trusted her to keep it a secret, then Keith guessed he could too.