Voltron One Shots

DIY

Prompt: Lance gets injured, but doesn't tell the team because there are no healing pods or he doesn't want them to find cuts? Idk random idea.

A/N: I'M BACK BITCHES!

Trigger warnings: self harm mention, injury, blood, self-surgery

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Lance grit his teeth together as he forced another mouthful of goo down his throat. He could feel sweat forming on his forehead. Lance scraped the last bit of food out of his bowl and tossed it in the sink. Their new ship didn't have a dining room like the castle, so they were forced to eat in the kitchen at a small island in the middle of the room. Lance drug his feet across the floor as he made his way out of the room. Shiro met Lance at the door.

"Heading to bed?" Shiro asked, Lance nodded curtly and cleared his throat.

"Y- ep" His voice cracked as he spoke. Shiro slowed his steps and turned back to stare at Lance.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" he asked.  Lance froze.

"Uh, um..." His brain froze.

"Lance, if you're not feeling well you need to tell me. We have to be careful now because we don't have the healing pods to fall back on" Lance shuffled his feet and tried not to wince.

"I'm- I'm fine. I'm just feeling a little tired. I'm sure it's nothing" he said dismissively. Shiro frowned, not sure if he believed him or not. Lance flashed a faint smile and Shiro and then hurried away from him. When he was alone in the hallway Lance shrugged his jacket off and stared at the tight bandage wrapped around his right arm. Blood was rapidly seeping through it. Lance yanked his jacket back on and rushed back toward his room.

When he finally reached his room, he closed the door and pressed his back against it, exhausted and in pain. After Lance rested for a moment he hobbled into the bathroom that was attached to his room and stripped off his jacket and shirt. He gingerly peeled away the now blood-soaked bandage, revealing a gaping would on his bicep. The skin was torn and jagged around the edge, blood dripped down Lance's arm as he examined the wound. He bit his lip as he looked at it. He knew that if he left it open much longer it was going to get infected. But Lance couldn't tell anyone about it. Normally when Lance was injured he wouldn't hesitate to speak up about it. He knew how important it was that he was healthy now that he was a paladin of Voltron. But that was before.

Now there were no healing pods to heal him.

Now if he was hurt someone had to examine him.

And they would see them.

His scars.

They were old scars. Faded. But they never really went way. The still stood out prominently on his wrists. Lance hadn't hurt himself in a long time, but he still didn't like anyone to know about it. Very few people knew about Lance's scars, none of which were on the ship with him. Lance couldn't tell anyone that he was hurt, because he didn't want them to know about his scars. He didn't want them to think differently of him or to pity him.

But Lance was starting to get dizzy and he wasn't sure what he should do. On one hand, he had to close the wound so that he didn't lose any more blood, but on the other hand he didn't want to tell anyone that he had been injured in fear of them seeing the scars and judging him for it. Lance lifted his eyes to stare at his reflection in the mirror, realization washing over him.

There was only one thing he could do.

Lance had to close the wound himself.

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"Hey, has Lance said anything to you about how he's feeling?" Shiro asked Hunk. Hunk lifted his spoon to his mouth and then paused.

"Uh, not today" Hunk said with a frown. "I haven't seen him that much actually. Why, did he say something to you?"

"Not directly, but there was definitely something up with him earlier" Shiro said worriedly. "Is he the type of person to try and deal with something alone?" Shiro asked. Hunk thought about it for a moment.

"Yeah" he said, nodding his head. "Yeah he is" Shiro chewed on his lip nervously. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to be overbearing, but he also needed to make sure that Lance was okay.

"I'm just- I'm going to go make sure he's okay" Shiro said finally, pushing himself away from the counter.

"Let me know if he's okay" Hunk called as Shiro left the room. Shiro's mind wandered back to his interaction with Lance earlier that night. There had definitely been something wrong with him. Aside from the sweat dripping off his body even though he hadn't trained all day, and the weariness in his eyes, there was just something about his posture and the way he was acting.

Something was definitely wrong.

Shiro arrived at Lance's door and knocked on it softly. He waited a moment and then knocked again, louder this time. "Hey, Lance? It's me, Shiro" Shiro waited a few more seconds and then continued. "I wanted to talk about earlier and make sure that you were okay" His words were met with more silence. "Lance?" Shiro knocked on the door again. He frowned and tried the knob. The door creaked open slowly. Shiro stepped inside and was immediately hit by the overwhelming scent of blood. He stumbled backward and searched the room frantically with his eyes. The room was empty. "Lance!?" Shiro's asked in a panicked voice. Suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the bathroom. Shiro bolted to the door and pushed it open. He froze in horror at the sight in front of him.

Lance was hunched over on the floor, his right arm held out in front of him. There was a deep gash in Lance's arm, half of which had been crudely sewn together with thread. Lance's left hand was covered in blood and still gripping the needle which was tethered to his arm by thread. Tears were flowing down Lance's face as he chocked back a sob. His entire body was trembling as he sat there on the blood-soaked floor.

"L- Lance wh—" The words died on Shiro's lip. His mouth fell open in horror as he realized what was happening. Lance bit his lip so hard that it started bleeding, trying to keep himself from crying out. Lance's eyes flickered up to Shiro's, the fear and pain evident.

"Help" Lance whispered, the blood from his lip dripping down and mixing with the blood on the floor. Lance's head lolled forward as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped over, passing out from the pain. Shiro didn't even react to that. He felt rooted to the ground. Why did Lance do this to himself? Why didn't he tell anyone he was hurt?

What was so bad that he couldn't ask for help?