The sounds of machines was the only thing that echoed the room. Keith sat beside Lance's bedside, he held the Cubans hand and silent tears raced down his face.
"Hey baby, it's been a couple weeks since the Gala. We found out who did this, they found his fingerprints. Trust me Lotor will be in jail for a long time. I guess he cut you really bad, you hit your head on the ground hard too. I don't know if you will even remember me." Keith's painful sobs echoed through the room, he stared down at his boyfriend hoping he'd just open his eyes. Crack a joke about how pathetic his voice was, smile like he used to before all this happened.
"You missed it yesterday, Hunk made your favorite, Garlic Knots. He said when you wake up, he'll make you as many as you want!" Keith smiled, he squeezed his cold hand. His hated the way his skin looked paler than it used to be.
"Please wake up, Its so boring without you here. Everyone's too sad and depressed without you. I haven't seen Blake stop crying." Keith cried, he held Lance's hand tighter. Lance's face was peaceful, but blank and emotionless. Tubes were connected to his arms, and there was a single one in his neck, giving him air.
His skin was pale, paler than his tan skin should be and he wore a white hospital gown. Keith made sure he was comfortable in his bed, his covers were up to his chest. Just the way Lance liked it, warm and comforting. When he first got there, it was such a bloody mess. He had to go to surgery immediately, Lotor almost cut his stomach wide open. If he just went deeper, Lance would've bleed out on the spot. But if Keith didn't get there sooner, Lance would've died from lack of blood first.
The nurses rapped up his scars on his arms. It killed Keith to see that Lance was already cutting. Was that why he didn't let the group see his arms? Was that why he cried? Was he the reason Lance cut in the first place? Keith was so rude and mean when he first got there, he felt so guilty. Keith was so deep in thought he didn't notice a figure coming from the door frame.
"Oh hey Keith, I thought you would've went home. You know, you need to take a shower and get cleaned up." Blake smiled, her tiny frame looked so exhausted. She wore a Panic!At the disco t-shirt with grey sweatpants that had Pink's brand doing up her right leg. She had slides on and her hair was in a tight messy bun. When Keith saw her eyes, they were both puffy and red under them, it had dark bags along her eyes too, she looked tired.
"I'm okay, Shiro has been bringing me clothes." Keith said looking at her then looking back at Lance. He didn't wanna take his eyes off Lance, he felt like if Lance left his sight for a second, he would disappear forever this time.
"Did you eat hon?" Blake asked and Keith shook his head.
"Good, I brought something. Don't tell that one nurse though, she gives me the creeps." Blake shivers and Keith laughs, Blake smiles at the fact that he actually laughed. Ever since Lance has been in his state, not even a grin escaped Keith's lips.
"Are you doing your school work? I hope you aren't skipping school Keith." Blake lowly said, Keith shook his head fast. She then took out two sandwiches from her bag and gave it to Keith.
"Pidge and Hunk are getting me my work, plus I do it online from my phone or laptop." Keith said then pointed the his black computer that was hooked up in the corner. He took a bite out of the sandwich, he ate it quickly throwing the trash away that was next to him.
"That's nice of them, but I really do think you should go to school. Your life depends on this love, Lance wouldn't want you to spend your life here." Blake frowned, although Keith did understand. He understood that he could walk through that door and leave. His mind tried to reason with him, but his heart tugged at Keith to stay with the love of his life.

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Muted Treasure
FanfictionLance has been through a lot since he was only seven years old. With the death of his parents and the past coming to haunt him. But what happens when his new adopted parents move to New York City? New fresh and new start from the last. What will h...