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

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Hey! You guys should check out a VLD fanfic called 'textbook blues' by -nihilisms ! It's a great book, and the plot is very interesting, anyways hope you enjoy this 'proofread' chapter.

Rushed to the hospital for the second time in two months, Hunk breathed shallowly.
Lance tapped his foot impatiently as he, Keith, and Pidge waited for some sort of response from doctors, nurses, anybody. Hunk hadn't acted up since that first. . . problem.

Lance felt as if he was loosing sanity. Keith was blankly staring at the ground before his eyes.
Trying to process the new attack that Hunk's body casted upon him, Keith stayed silent.
They all were, actually. Wanting to retaliate, Pidge snarled at the hospital room in front of her. Doctors didn't dare say one word to any of them. Immediate family only, that's what they said anyhow.

As soon as she thought things would get better, they didn't. Things got worse, and worse.
Hunk got worse, that's something none of them could stand up against.

Lance wasn't frustrated, more like just. . . sad.
Pidge was totally frustrated. Not at Hunk necessarily, but at herself. She couldn't help but feel like she could've helped more.

It was later in the night now, nobody was willing to tell any of them anything at all.
Lance swallowed before finally speaking.

"It's not going to work out if all of us are killing ourselves to stay here. It's not fair. They're obviously not telling us anything, so two of us should head home. Those two get rest, and the person who stays here goes home with Matt tomorrow." Lance offered with a groggy voice.

"Sure." Pidge agreed. "I'll stay." She pressed, looking at Lance with apologetic eyes. She wanted to let somebody have a chance, for once, but she couldn't let up.

"But Pidge—" Lance began to argue, until he was silenced by Keith's husky tone.

"Let her stay, Lance." Keith instructed, more like forced. His bangs fell in front of his face as he stood and walked to the elevator.
"We'll be back by morning." Lance smiled sadly. Pidge returned the sad-sheepish smile, nodding weakly. Before turning around, Lance sighed. "And try to get some sleep," he instructed. Pidge didn't naturally comply to that, but she nodded anyway.

Keith was already waiting down stairs after the few seconds of Lance's delay. "Keith!" Lance called from behind him. Sighing softly through his nostrils, Keith waited for the boy. Lance did an unattractive jog-sprint kind of movement, which made Keith cringe. "Hey," Lance caught his breath even though the distance he'd ran was about fifteen feet.

Keith hummed to reply, Lance nudged him.
"Why'd you let Pidge stay? Don't you want to be the one there for Hunk sometimes, too?" Lance questioned as he were a child.
"Lance, I was there for Hunk. Do you have foul memory? After Pidge's breakdown, I went upstairs. If Pidge feels like it's her turn, tahts okay." The boy began. Lance scowled. "You're acting like a child Lance, it's not that big of a deal." Keith lectured with a glinted stare, alleviating the tense mode of the situation.

The tanned boy's face fell as Keith proceeded to walk a quicker pace. Good job, Lance's brain spat in reprobation, your boyfriend is mad at you. Lance's eyes widened, firing back as his brain.  "He isn't my boyfriend!" He retaliated to his brain as if it was saying something complicit.

Keith turned around. "You say something?"
He asked, one of his eyebrows quirking up.
His bangs flew to the right side of his head.
Lance shook his head, joining Keith on their walk home.

...

Matt waited for Rachel to wake up from her nap. The little drizzles of water that came from the sky hit the glass were the only form of noise. Peacefully sleeping, Rachel shifted.
Watching her sleep was a great activity, mostly hobby, though they needed to get to the hospital by morning, and it was one a.m. Rachel snored quietly, her shoulders lifting then falling once more.

Matt was wide awake, paranoid about Hunk, while Rachel had no clue. She'd been sleeping since morning, and doctors say she needs her beauty sleep, though Matt thought she couldn't get any more beautiful. Off topic, back to Hunk. Maybe he'd been misdiagnosed?
That was one possibility out of another 10, the ten turned to twenty, then thirty. With every second that passed by on the huge grandfather clock, Matt grew more anxious.

Their coterie was including about five to ten people, now that everybody would know about Hunk and his illness, everyone would throw themselves on to him with multiple questions. Matt understood that's exactly the reason why his little sister felt as if she can protect him from all the tainted people. He mostly understood because he and his sister were alike. Yes, they were magnanimous people.

Rachel coughed lightly, her eyes fluttering open. "Oh, good morning." Rachel said, her voice quite hoarse. "Rachel, why is your sleep schedule so messy?" Matt asked as he kissed her forehead gently. "I don't know." She shrugged. Matt cleared his throat while Rachel sat up. Wanting to delay the horrible news, Matt relented. "Hunk's in the hospital again." He said finally. Rachel's frowned, going to lean on Matt's shoulder. "Oh." She'd decided to not address the negative notion much.

"He'll be fine, you know that." Rachel assured with a little glint of hurt in her auburn eyes.
"He's strong. Hunk's really strong." Matt began to get this swelled feeling in his throat as if he wanted to...cry. He wanted to cry.

Tears brimmed and eventually fell from both eyes. A rivulet of tears just flowed. Rachel hugged her boyfriend close, telling him not to cry. He just listened to her, to her speaking, to her mindset.

He listened, truly he did.

Though he didn't stop.

He couldn't stop crying.

Oh wow this is depressing. Angst, I know y'all love it. Mhmm, alrighty anyways.
-nihilisms has a new book called textbook blues and I feel that it's an amazing book, you all should check it out! Also, let me know if there are any errors with grammar or spelling, or anything of that matter.

Okie, I love you all. Oh and I learned how to cook. I almost burnt my kitchen down. That's cool. Kisses, Rena <3