Bubble Tea {Klance, Adashi, Machel, Hidge/Punk!} [Voltron Fanfiction] (COMPLETE)

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Hi. Sorry for this ugly, and short chapter. I only updating with this chapter because I wanted to say what Hunk was diagnosed with. I'm going to certainly post a better chapter maybe tomorrow or even Friday. Love you all!

"M'mam, please calm down. I'm afraid I can not let you in the ambulance." The medical assistant who drove denied. "Please! He's—he's my boyfriend!" Pidge lied, for her and the other's benefits. Lance held her back, before she scratched the assistant's eyeballs out.

"I'm sorry," the man shook his head, hurrying back to the driver's seat. Other assistants closed the back door as Pidge only sobbed harder into Lance's chest. Lance glanced back at Keith, who paced around and around, back and front. Keith was trying to figure out how to get to the hospital. His hands shook unsteadily, he couldn't blink properly.

"Keith." Lance mouthed, making the other boy look up. Lance stared expectingly, expecting the answer of what their transportation was.
Lance didn't officially have his license yet, and the three of them out have to run to the engineer out of town if they wanted Keith's bike.

Pidge was to unstable to even run at the moment. They already called Matt, he was stuck in Boucherville to pick Rachel up from work. Traffic was a maniac, and they had to cross over the Laviolette Bridge, which was already bad enough with a number of twenty accidents a week. Shiro rushed back to the hospital to visit his mother, she had collapsed again, Adam joined him on the trip. They weren't calling Lotor or Allura any time soon.
They had to run into Boucherville, taking the train over the Bridge, then into Olkari, there was no other option.

Walking to Kingston General hospital was no use, it would be midnight by time they got there.

They had to run. The train could only go so fast. They had to run like athletes, like they were running away from the devil, from death.

Keith caught hold of his breath, sighing and walking over to the pair. "We have to run."
Keith revealed. Lance's eyes grew bigger.
"You mean — like over Laviolette Bridge, into Boucherville, then into Olkari? We—She can't handle that." Lance's face fell, as he looked down at the girl with honey-colored hair.

"We're taking the train over the bridge, but we can run on land. We have legs. We can do that and get there in an hour or less, or we can wait for hours on end for Rachel and Matt to show up." Keith was giving Lance an option to choose. "Fine." Lance pulled away from Pidge's embrace, the girl wiping her tears away.

"S—so we're run-running then?" Pidge sniffled.
Keith nodded, anticipating that Lance and Pidge knew the nearest railway. "Come on, we'll just take Train AC to Boucherville, then over Bridge, then we run. Sound good? Alright." Lance took a deep breath, acting as if he were on mission, which was sort of the case.

And so. . . the trio ran.

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In the train over Laviolette Bridge, Pidge laud across on Keith's and Lance's laps. She cried mostly, once and a while she would ask how far they were from their destination. Matt rang the boy's cells a few times, asking if they were close to the hospital.

Keith and Lance were wrecks.
Literally.

They couldn't understand Hunk's demeanor nor his illness. It was ruled out as a long term stomach virus, but that surely wasn't it.
If Hunk fainted, the virus wasn't the problem.

(( sorry for the short context!!))

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They had finally reached Kingston General, all the way in Olkari. The sun beamed and reflected of those really nice windows that hospitals had. Pidge almost smashed her face into the automatic door, heading straight to the front desk.

"Excuse me—um, do you have a patient named Hunk Garret listed there? Would you—Uh—um, please tell me where he will be staying?" Pidge anxiously asked, her heart blazed with worry. "Yes, we do. He just checked into room seventy-four. Down the hall to the right." The lady smiled politely.

Pidge nodded, forgetting to say 'thank you.'
Lance and Keith signaled that they were following the small girl to which ever room.
The footsteps that echoed the hall cane nearer to the room.

The room door squeaked open as Pidge softly gasped. Hunk was hooked up to a tube through his arm, mostly likely, it was ivy. But Hunk looked bad. Dark circles under his eyes, his hands had bruises from hitting himself because he couldn't move properly.

"HUNK!" Pidge yelled excitedly, heaping onto him. "Pidge?" Hunk's groggy voice rung.
"You're okay, you're okay!" Single tears fell from the corners of Pidge's hazel eyes.
Her heart was relieved of the anxiety. She got him back, they had won against death.
She hugged him tightly, not wanting to leave this familiar warmth. "Don't scare me like that ever again! I was so worried!" Pidge bellowed, sitting on Hunk at the moment.

"I was so worried. . ." She calmly repeated.
"I'm sorry, I—I don't understand what's going on with me." Hunk quietly reserved.
"Hunk!" Lance and Keith speedily walked in behind Pidge, and decidedly gave a group hug.
"You scared us!" Lance hugged his friend's head slightly. Keith held Hunk's shoulders.
"Please. Don't scare us." Keith mumbled.
Loosing another friend, relative or family member, or lover wasn't what he needed.

"The doctor said he's coming in five minutes. That was ten minutes ago. . ." Hunk drifted sadly. "You're going to be fine! We're going to live happily. All of us, together." Pidge held Hunk's flustered and blushed cheeks.
"You'll get through this." She pressed her fore head to his, playing with his ears.

Hunk smelled like the cinnamon buns that he and she used to bake. They should do that again one day. Only if they could transport to the confectionary plus café and bake those goodies right now. That would be stress free.

The doctor knocked on the door, smiling side-ways. "Hi, I'm doctor Jasmine Maine. I'm Hunk's doctor for today. I—I'm not sure how to say this. Hunk has a diagnosis of meningitis. It's very slight though." The doctor sadly delivered the news.

"WHAT?!" The simultaneous exclamation was shouted.

- This is better than death please don't attack me 😂 I'm certain that I'll get sad comments or memes about this!
w h o o p s ! Still taking tests for the week, so I apologize in advance if I do not update on a certain day. Love goes out to all! Kisses, Rena <3 -