Sterile (PLANCE HOSPITAL! AU)

Chapter Five/rant

Lance's PoV:
My family is visiting today. And Pidge is doing well. Today is going great. I have also been doing well, I haven't gotten any worse, but I also haven't gotten any better. Allura has talked to me about getting a synthetic stomach like Pidge and I said I would mention it to my parents. To pass the time I decide to walk over to Pidge's room and ask her about the stomach. I grab my IV pole and walk the 16 feet to Pidge's room, where she is typing on her computer and listening to music. "Hey Pidgeon! Whatcha doin' there?" I say sliding into a chair beside her bed, "What does it look like I'm doing?" She says not even looking up from her computer. "I was wondering if we could take a walk around the hospital, I wanna ask you a few things."
She doesn't answer for almost an entire beat, then "Ah, fuck it what else do I have to lose?"
Interesting philosophy...
I help her stand up and get her pole into a moblie position AKA making sure all of her meds and feed are hanging the right way and not caught in anything, I hate it when that happens. We decided to walk over to to the emergency bay, where Hunk was giving a little boy stitches on his stomach. He must have heard us because he waved us over. "Hey, Max, this is Pidge and Lance, they also have stitches on their stomach, see?" I lift up my shirt along with Pidge. My scar was from when they performed an exploratory surgery. Max's face was absolute awe. "How did you get your stitches?" He asked.
"I had to get a new stomach a few days ago"
"And they didn't know what was wrong with me, so they had to stick a camera in my stomach to take a look."
"What is wrong with you?" Asked Max.
"I am so devilishly handsome, my stomach couldn't take it and fainted." Pidge stepped on my foot. "Now Max, no playing with your friends until this heals got it?" Says Hunk, fist bumping Max.
I grab Pidge's hand and we walk out of there. As we leave I grab some masks to put over our mouths, Pidge takes one and doesn't question it, "So, you wanted to talk to me?" Smirked Pidge.
"Yeah, so I was wondering, what does it feel like having a fake stomach? Allura said I might be getting on in a few months and I, well, I guess I'm a little nervous?" I say.
"Well, I mean, it feels weird to empty it everyday but you get used to it, but now vomiting is pretty much impossible! So that's a plus. Sometimes."
"Are they going to keep the NJ and feeding tube in?" I ask as we sit in the waiting room. A few people were looking at us but screw them.
"Probably. Thought they might take the NJ tube out, but they'll probably leave the feeding tube in. Just in case this whole 'fake stomach' thing flops." Pidge says as she lays her head on my shoulder (cue internal screaming) her short hair tickles my face but I don't mind, I actually love it. Her hair is a little matted from the lack of washing but it still holds that honey glow to it.
"Do you feel better with it in though?" I ask.
"Yeah, sometimes I guess"
"You guess?" I laugh and Pidge giggles. I didn't know Pidge could giggle. It suits her.
"Well, I mean, sometimes it can be a pain in the dick to have, like when I have to clean it out exactly six hours after I've eaten. No matter what time it is. But it's better than no stomach"
I chuckle.
Then...
"¡Lanza!"
"¿Mamá? ¿Papá?"
"¡Dios mío, Lance, te hemos echado mucho de menos!" I couldn't stop the tears. I felt bad for Pidge to watch this, she probably feels like a third wheel.

Pidge's PoV:
I feel like a third wheel. Don't get me wrong. I love the fact that Lance gets to see his family after so long, but I feel a little awkward just watching them like some sort of fucking creeper. So I start to walk away, when, "Pidge! I want you to meet my family!"
"Uh, okay!" I say trying to push down my growing anxiety, this is why I don't socialize, this is why I don't go outside. AUGH! Why did I say yes to this walk anyway! This would have never happened if I had just stayed in my room and coded.
"Hi, my name is Katie Holt, but 96% of the population calls me Pidge!" I say as Lance translated. After he finishes Mrs. McClain shakes my hand, then pulls me into a hug, "I ship it." She whispers into my ear in perfect English. A massive blush spread across my face.
"We should probably head up to my room." Says Lance looking, confused, to say the least.
As we walk over to the room, Lance brings up the topic of the synthetic stomach, Mrs. McClain tells him they'll talk about it in the room. We walk into his room and Lance sits on his bed, I sit in a chair near the corner. Not wanting to disrupt the family reunion. They talked about family and how things were back in Cuba, they talked about space and how different each other's sky's looked, then "So, have you met any pretty people?" Asked Lance's dad. Lance's bi? Huh. Good to know, well I mean, he could be pan as well.
"Actually yes, but only one has stood out the most to me." Who?! I want to know all of your deepest darkest secrets so I can use them as blackmail. Hehe.
"Who do you like Lancey Lance?" I tease.
"Ella está justo en esta habitación", said Lance.

A/N-'Yello my (surprisingly plentiful) readers! Sorry for another short chapter, this was mainly supposed to be Lance meeting his parents. I just made a split second decision to make Pidge go along.

ALSO, HOW THE ACTUAL FUCK DID THIS TERRIBLE ASS FANFIC THAT I STARTED IN WORLD FUCKING LANGUAGES GET TO HAVE 158-ish READS. WOW YOU GUYS MADE A BIG MISTAKE COMING HERE. IM JUST DOING THIS TO PISS OF MY KLANCE-SHIPPING FRIENDS WHO THINK PLANCE IS PEDOPHILIA, BUT NEWS FLASH, IN THIS FANFIC THEY ARE BOTH AT LEAST 18, AND AT THE END OF SEASON 8 (rip Voltron btw, made me question my existence for a while) PIDGE IS 22 FUCKING YEARS OLD! THATS RIGHT, 22 FUCKING YEARS OLD! ANYWAYS, IM OFF TOPIC, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH FOR THE READS! *group hug* *but if you don't like hugs then I'll fist bump you* K bi!! 😁

-M