langst one shots

Cover it Up

"Lance God damn it! You are- are so annoying! You barely train! You don't even try! It's like you want everyone on Earth to die!" Allura shouted at me.

I looked down at the ground trying to cover my tears. My heads went behind me back and I pulled at my fingers. "S-sorry Allura... I will train now."

She walked out the the training room to leave me be. I start at training level 1.

I shoot down the robot coming at me. Then I shot 2 then 3 and so on... 5 robots came at me at high speed rates.

I shot the closest one. Another one came up behind me and pushed me down. I fell to the ground and looked up. They surrounded me. I stretched my leg out and tripped all of them. I scrambled up and shot them.

Wow Lance almost dying on level 5? Weak.

I criticized myself like how Allura would.

"L-level 6 begin!" I shouted. The robots dropped down. These ones had guns on them. I pulled the trigger and shot to with one bullet. I smiled quickly but got reminded of the other two when I bullet flew past me. I shot another one easily but the other two were harder.

One shot at me. I didnt think quick enough. My eyes widened, heart beat faster, I could feel the blood practically drain from my face. I flew back.

I hit the wall behind me. Pain grew throughout my leg. Blood started pouring out. "End training!" My breathing became more rapid as I panicked.

My hands pressed on it to make blood stop coming out. I carefully lifted my leg to see the back. I let out a sigh of relief.

It went through and through I don't need to tell anyone.

The pain became worse as the minutes passed. It felt like twenty bees stung it at once. I slowly got up and limped to my room. I left a trail of blood whole doing so.

The floor seemed to sway from under me. My eyes couldn't focus on anything I had to make it to my room on touch.

The door slid open and I collapsed inside. My knees with the floor with a thud. The pain in my leg burned immensely. I sat there for a second thinking of what I should do.

Okay okay so you got shot in the leg. Your vision is going and you may die of blood loss and no one will know. You cannot tell anyone or they will make fun of you. Okay try to make it to the bath room.

I army crawled to the bathroom. My elbows hurt after. My leg left a trail of blood. I sat next to the sink breathing heavily.

I opened the cabinet under the sink I reached for the rubbing alchohol. I know you are not supposed to use it on large wounds but I want to use it just to clean up the out side.

I quickly got a belt that was hanging from the doorknob and tied it above the bullet wound. I grabbed the toilet paper roll and took some off. One of the sheets I poured water onto it and the other I put the alchohol on. I took a cloth and shoved it in my mouth to prevent to much screaming.

I took the alcohol covered one I swiped it across. My eyes shut tightly and my head flung back. I tried to scream but almost nothing can out. I did it again on the other side. It hurt worse then the first time.

I snatched the water paper quickly and placed it on the back. I sighed as I felt my muscles relax. I breathed in and out.

My vision was slowly returning but my head ache didn't let down. I again tried to calm my breathing but it was pretty hard. I put my hand on my chest and felt my heart beating, hearing it made me calmer.