A/N: Merry Christmas, Voltron fans! I still haven't got a musical episode, and that sucks. Anyway, season 8 comes out in less than a day and I am not ready. Voltron has been the only show that I have gotten so emotionally invested in, and for it to be ending tomorrow is like the apocalypse is released on us.
I, for one, am not prepared. I don't want Voltron to end, and I know from the end of season 7 that things are going to happen that not all of us will agree with. But, I think the overall story is more important than what ship, if any, wins in the end. I mean, I really don't like Allurance, but I know it's going to happen. However, it's not like I'm going to bitch about it or anything.
All I ask of everyone is to just be kind, even if you don't enjoy what happens.
This is the end of my long TED Talk, thank you for reading this shitty story. It might escalate a bit on the romantic side, but it should tone down. Remember, I am developing their relationship slowly.
Enjoy!
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When Keith stirred into consciousness, a piercing migraine grasped a firm hold of his skull and seemingly fried his brain of all rhyme and reason. With a low groan, his body forced him into a sitting position and let his feet slide off the comfort of his soft, warm bed. Upon making contact with the floor, a shiver was sent down his spine that made him hug his chest for warmth.
To put it plainly: he felt like shit. His neck was beaded with sweat, his vision swirled with black spots, his entire body was full of goosebumps, his nose was extremely stuffy, and even his stomach turned at any sudden movement. He hadn't remembered the last time he'd been this sick, or even if he has ever felt this bad.
Still, he was certain that this petty illness wasn't going to ruin his day. Besides, why would he want to worry his team when they're already preoccupied with other, more important, endeavors?
Keith reached for his black t-shirt, which was lying on his bedside table, and pulled it over his pale torso. He may have been sick, but he sure didn't want to look the part. He brushed through his silky mullet, making sure all the knots and stray hairs were matted down, and slipped the sleeves of his favorite red-and-white jacket along his arms.
Standing up was a bit of a difficult feat, what with Keith's newfound dizziness, but he somehow did it. His head seemed to pulse, which brought on the thought: I wonder if Coran has any painkillers...
With a mug face and a false grin, Keith trudged through the long hallways of the castle to get to the kitchen. Each step came with a shock of pain that he hoped wasn't evident on his face. His ears had this low ringing sound that he just couldn't seem to place. He wished he could hum it away, but a knot in his sore throat seemed to prevent him.
Finally, he made it to the kitchen. He broadened his shoulders and stiffened his posture to look convincing as he made his way to the long dinner table. Surprisingly, everyone was already there. Hunk was cooking away in the kitchen; Pidge and Shiro were peering over Pidge's laptop on the table; Coran was doing maintenence; Lance was making some chocolate milk; Allura, with the help of her mice friends, was typing her blue locks to the top of her head. Keith took a deep breath, ready to greet the others before a coughing fit wracked through his body. Everyone was suddenly staring at the red paladin with worry. It was a look that made Keith's insides twist, as he hated being pitied.
Once the coughs subsided and Keith had wiped the tears from his eyes, Hunk spoke in a concerned manner. "Keith? Are you alright?"
Keith nodded his head twice, which he immediately regretted it. The painful rattling of his skull seemed to make they world sway. "I'm...f-fine.."
