flower boy - klance

eight

pidge took off her glasses and fumbled with them nervously.

semi-permanent brain damage, the nurse said.

his coordination will be off for the rest of his life.

"so much for flight school." she mumbled, putting her glasses back on.

"what?" hunk whispered, leaning closer in his plastic chair. they sat in the hospital waiting room, waiting for lance to wake up.

"lance won't be able to do anything for the rest of his life!" pidge said much louder, throwing her hands up into the air. "all because, he, he had to dance with knives along to ke$ha!"

"pidge," hunk sighed. "he can still talk." he said, smiling. pidge looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "he can still sing, and laugh, and walk, even though he might bump into the counter every time he tries to make milkshakes." pidge laughed, wiping the tears from her green eyes.

"he'll be okay."