Sick Boy || Langst Part One

•Chapter Twelve<< Endings•

Coran's POV

Lance has no hope left for him.

I walk into the medical bay to try to get medication for the pain in my nose, but I come in contact with the not so pleasant sight.

Lance's back is arched the furthest his spine will go and his blue eyes are wide, terrified, unfocused. His muscles are trembling violently, pulling against the restraints we put in him earlier.

"NO, NO! M'GONNA DIE! HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! PLEASE, HELP!" Lance screams as loud as he can.

"Calm down, my boy!" I sprint over to the young paladin and immediately grasp both sides of Lance's face.

I gaze deeply into Lance's scared eyes, trying desperately to make Lance look at me.

I have to get him back.

"Lance! It's okay! Nothing is here! It's just all in your head, my boy! Nothing to be afraid of!"

Lance is obviously not listening to me, and is staring to panic even more. Most likely getting scared by the sound of my voice.

I glance down at Lance's face and take everything in. The boy is indeed a mess. There are dark circles under his blue eyes, his skin is almost two times lighter than his natural skin tone, and there are many scars and bruises littering his body.

I am completely shocked as I drink in the sight of the deeply ill paladin. The only thing that knocks me out of my deep thoughts is the animalistic roar that's booms in front of me. I look up to see Lance managed to break his restraints and his glaring at them with a deadly stare.

Lance then turns his attention towards me and comes charging at me.

Not again...

I dodge his fist and scramble to hide behind something.

"Lance, it's me, Coran! You have to snap out of it!"

Whatever I say to him... only seems to make him more angry and scared. The young lad is indeed doing everything he can to exterminate whatever is hurting him.

I grab Lance's arms and pull him into my embrace as I keep his arms from throwing more punches.

Does that mean Lance is trying to fight whatever is happening to him? I'm sure somewhere hidden between those cries that come out of Lance is the same Lance that would make jokes and try to make everyone laugh. They are just hidden underneath this darkness that consumes him.

Lance's POV

I'm utterly pissed, but for some reason... I can't move? All I know is that I feel somewhat safe. It feels like I am in someone arms. It sounds like someone is screaming my name or... begging? But for what?

"-ance! Please! Lance, come back to me. It's okay. Calm down and you'll be okay," a voice I recognize says.

I look at the older man who seems to be Coran and break his name out, "C-Cor-Coran? Do-Don't go."

Coran shakes his head, "No ones leaving you, my boy. We'll never leave you. You just have to keep fighting. The other Paladins and Allura... we'll all help you and never abandon you." I stare at the alien, but my vision suddenly refuses to see straight.

Everything is spinning and going in every other direction than what it is supposed to be.

What is wrong with me?

"Cor... wh'ts... wr'ng w-w-wh-" I am unable to finish my sentence for I just can't possess the strength.

"Shhh, it's okay, my boy. You're okay. You're sick, Lance. You're just a little sick. The rest of us will make you feel better. We'll fight this as a team. As a family," I hold the lad in my grasp. He is slumped against my chest with heavy breathing. "We'll fight this. We all love you, Lance."

(A/N~ It's a bit short, butcha know that's okay! ANYWAYS!!! I want to thank everyone who has read this story!! Thank you for anyone who has commented on it or gave it a vote! Love ya!)