Zoey held Keith's hand as he was in a coma. he had been shot in the back right at the spin. Luke and will sat outside thinking if there dad died now they would never get to say how sorry they were. they were so mean. outside, lance sat on the hospital stairs with a red hand mark on his face from allura. he wished he had told everyone sooner then none of this would have never happened.
Zoey held her husbands hand, crying. the heart monitor showed his heart rate slow and weak.
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three years he was wrongly imprisoned for her own murder. she could have done something. but she didn't know. she held his hand tight. "stay with me" she said as she prayed for the first time.
the white faded into a dark room. it was his own. he ran to the door and opened it. but there was a brick wall blocking his way. "no...NO LET ME OUT" he yelled. he ran over to the desk and grabbed the chair. he threw it at the wall and the chair broke. but the wall stayed undamaged. "no let me out" keith begged as he pounded on the wall. tears fell in his eyes. "you can't keep me in here" he cried.
he fell to his knees, crying. "i need to get back to them" he sobbed. "please".
