Hanahaki: One Sided Love [DISCONTINUED!]

Chapter 6: Keith's POV

I stumbled my way towards Lances room along side Shiro. We moved slowly, but eventually we were where we needed to be. "If he's dead... I dont know if I'll be okay... I think i..." I couldn't finish what I wanted to say. My throat felt like it was closing.

"I understand, Keith. Let's just... Open the door." Shiro muttered. He hovered his hand over the doors hand-sensor, as if he wasn't completely sure he wanted to open it either. But then he let the sensor scan his hand.

The door shifted towards the side revealing Shiro's room. It was oddly peaceful in the sized area. The desk was in one corner of the room, close to the door. Pictures and papers covered the once empty surface. My eyes wandered around the room, not wanting to look towards the bed.

My curiosity won me over, though. A quick glance at the bed showed no sign of life. Lance would've looked over at us entering. But there was nothing. The covers and sheets were a bunched up mess on top of the bed. The utter lack of life and movement in this room made me wonder if he was even here.

"Let's look..." Shiro finally spoke. His voice echoed on the walls. I swallowed the spit that had collected in my mouth, making a loud gulping sound. Then I nodded, slowly walking towards the quiet corner where the bed stood.

Some thing I hadn't noticed before was the bloody arm hanging from the side. It was mostly covered up, but the blood dripped from the motionless fingers. "Lance..?" I whispered his name quietly. Like if I said it much louder, I'd disturb him. There was no response. No movement. No nothing.

Shiro came up behind me and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. It was his robotic arm, I could feel the rougher texture and the heaviness of the metal. "I'll pull back the cover and sheets. Are you okay with that?" He said, adding the question onto the end of the statement. 

I gave off a small nod and the nine year older male leaned down to pull away the covers and sheets. The sight was gruesome. Like someone came in and planted bloody flowers all over a corpse. Multicolored blood dripped from the tips of beautiful blue, yellow, white, and purple petals.

Flowers bloomed from the younger males cheeks and forehead, and a tree of some sort grew right out of his mouth and part of it sprouted out from a cavity in his chest. I covered my mouth with my free hand, as the other one switched between holding my stomach, chest, and throat.

"He's... Hes dead... Why..? Why did it have to be Lance? Why not me?" I twisted my head around and up to look at Shiro. My face felt hot as tears streamed down my face. "If you died, he'd still die. You know that, right?" Shiro said bluntly. Why was he being rude at a time like this?

"Theres no bringing him back... We should just leave, and we'll break the news to the team. We're down a member. Which means...

Voltron is on its way to falling apart from the seams."

A/n: So... Lance is dead. That's kinda sad. I don't wonder what other had things I'll make happen! :3 P.s. Please don't hate me :|