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

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Woah I'm writing this on October 10th at 7:19 p.m. let's see if I can write 1000 words in two hours, plus interruptions :)

Edit: I failed and I'm posting on October 12th! I stg I'm gonna slap myself.
Ugh I'm such a bad author sorry :/

"It's treatable, Hunk." Pidge held the boy's hand as he cried silently. "It also explains why you don't eat my chocolate cinnamon buns anymore." Pidge joked, and Hunk gave a short-lasted smile.

"Your fine." Pidge bounded from her seat, crawling up onto Hunk's uncomfortable hospital bed. "Thanks for staying." Hunk held her rosy cheeks with his weak hands.
"I didn't come on a filthy ass train just to go back home." Pidge and Hunk both laughed and their foreheads softly touched.

Hunk stared at the small girl's pink-ish lips.
"I've been wanting to do this for a while. . ."
Hunk started, leaning closer and closer.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" Hunk absentmindedly asked. {only hunk would ask lmao}Pidge didn't really respond, only slowly nodded. But, Hunk was still the most hesitant.

Their lips fanned across the other's, waiting for the other to make the first move. This showed that they were both hesitant. Pidge, being the confident one, decided to lean in more. If a nurse walked in, this would be very disturbing for them. She practically curved into Hunk's body, until a shadowed figure could be seen from outside the door. Another figure stood behind the first one, slightly faded. As you could tell, Pidge sprung from one side of the room to the other.

"Um, hi." Rachel and Matt smiled dazzlingly.
"Oh, hey," Hunk smiled, giving them a sign that they should enter. Pidge blushed a deep rose red, thinking about her brother witnessing her first kiss. "Hey, Hunk. You feeling a little better?" Matt asked, hoping for a positive answer. "Not really." Hunk mumbled.

"We're so sorry that we're here late. We were on our way to your house, then we had to turn around and come here because Lance called and said that he, Pidge, and Keith has found some ride—" Rachel was interrupted by the fond smile on Hunk's teary face. "It's fine. You're both here now, right?" Hunk smiled weakly.

Matt kicked back in that big brown chair.
"What did the doctor diagnose you with?" Matt asked, putting his foot over his knee.
"Meningitis." Pidge and Hunk answered simultaneously, then exchanged glances.
Rachel's eyebrows quirked up and inward.

"Is it curable, or even treatable?" She showed signs of sudden distress. "I don't know yet." Hunk shrugged, blinking a few times.
Matt's face fell. Pidge's face fell.
Hunk's face fell. Rachel's face fell.
Their faces showed their emotion.

...

"Hunk. Are you listening?" He hung from a branch, if he was ought to let go, he would fall into the river below. Lance called out to him, begging for help. He looked. . . Happy.
Not at the moment, but he looked like he was living a better life than he currently was.

"Take my hand!" Keith reached, almost falling off the cliff. "Keith! Get back, you're going to fall! I'm going to drag you down with me!"
Hunk cried, ordering. He swore that flames grew around Keith's head. "Take my hand, Hunk! If you go down, we all go down!"

— if you go down, we all go down . . . —

Hunk shot up from his sleep, his chest aching and his throat burning. It was hard to focus on one thought at time. What the hell was happening?!

"Pidge! PIDGE!" Hunk hoarsely called for help.
Pidge bolted from her own sleep, seeming to have an odd dream as well. "Hunk? Are you okay?" Pidge stood, speedily walking over.
Hunk coughed more and more, eventually he couldn't bare the pain. His chest felt like the flames on the sides of Keith's head, his mind felt like the streaming water that flowed beneath him. His mind couldn't be kept in one place, it was like Lance's calling voice.

"IT HURTS!" He cried, sobbing into Pidge's shoulder, gasping between for air desperately.
"Hunk, you're scaring me! Stop! Stop yelling! You're gonna be fine!" Pidge figured that this was a panic attack. This was the furthest thing from that.

"I'm coming back, I'm coming back!" Pidge assured as she rushed out of the room.
Hunk could be heard coughing roughly from inside the room as Pidge hurried for an aid.

The aid was already on her way.
They knew that this would happen.
Why didn't they tell her?

"M'mam were going to need you to stay out here." The male nurse pushed her back, her back against the wall as they hurried into Hunk's room. "What?" She hopelessly facepalmed.

...

Lance laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling that seemed to be swollen with his own thoughts. Keith dazed at the computer desk that he was currently sitting at. "Are you okay?" Keith asked as Lance tossed and turned in his blue sheeted bed.

"No. You?" Lance's voice was muffled from the pillow. "Nope, that a regular thing for me though. Not for you." Keith chuckled.
Lance spitefully frowned. He really didn't know what to say.

"Hunk's is going to get better." Keith reassured for the hundredth time that day. "We'll wish on it." Lance smartly remarked. "I'm not wishing. What's the point when you already know it's the truth?" Keith reasoned, staring up at the sky that was somewhat purple, but somewhat grey. "What's the point of lying when you have no hope left?" Lance rolled back over on his  side, facing Keith.

"I don't know. You tell me." Keith sighed softly, not sparing a glance. Ignoring the statement completely, Lance made a face of frustration, confusion, hurt. "It's gonna' be hard going back to school. At least for me." Lance chewed his top lip, his sharp teeth grazing the flesh.
"I know." Keith stood and joined his friend on the bed.

"That's why I'm here." Keith reminded.
Lance felt his face heat up, he could feel the blush. Was that possible? It was for him.
The boy turned swiftly so the tint of bright red wouldn't be spotted. Keith frowned, feeling a bit rejected, or even shut out.

Once Lance had calmed down, he sat up, bracing his back against the head board.
"We're all here for you too, Keith." Lance flashed a fond smile. Now Keith was the one turning in to a tomato.

// heyy! I warned you that I wouldn't be able to update yesterday. Sorry! Again, I had standardized testing graded by the state, so that's my excuse 😂 also I apologize for the minimal updates this week! I'll get back into schedule next week, starting Monday. Kisses, Rena <3 //