Voltron One Shots

Addiction

Summary: Lance used to be addicted to pain medication but never told anyone, and now Coran is trying to give him meds for his bruised ribs and doesn't understand why Lance won't take them.

A/N: Leave a comment a bitch is desperate for validation please and thank you.

Trigger warnings: injury, drug addiction

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Keith just happened to be walking by the infirmary when he heard shouting. It was completely by chance. He ducked his head into the room to see what all the yelling was about. Lance was sat on top of a table, cradling his torso, and Coran was standing in front of him, aggressively trying to shove a cup into Lance's hand.

"No!" Lance shouted frantically, not noticing Keith's presence. "I don't want to take- you don't understand. I can't!" Coran didn't relent.

"Lance, my boy, you need to take this medicine! You're badly hurt and since you're refusing to go into a healing pod..." Lance glanced at the door in fear as Coran thrust the cup of pills at him again. 

"S- Stop" he said horsley. "I can't. Please- please don't make me" he pleaded. Coran shook his head, not understanding.

"They'll make you feel better" he tried to explain. "It will stop the pain and-" Lance closed his eyes and shook his head in anger.

"No, no, no, no" Coran continued trying to convince him until Lance snapped. He smacked the cup out of Coran's hands, sending it flying, the pills scattering across the floor. Coran chastised Lance and then scrambled to pick them up. Keith swiftly crossed the room and stood in front of Lance, who was trying to get off the table. He hissed in pain when he leaned slightly forward. Keith put his hand on Lance's chest to keep him from falling.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" he said. Lance scrubbed his face with his hands. "Lance, what's going on?" he asked. Lance let out a pathetic noise and then looked at Keith with tear filled eyes.

"Please. You have to help me" he said shakily. "Tell Coran that I can't take the medicine. Tell him I'm allergic or something. Anything. He's not listening to me" Keith slowly removed his hand with a frown.

"Why?" he asked. He knew why Lance refused to get into a healing pod. He had never been quiet about his claustrophobia, and coming out of it made him anxious and disoriented for days. He only went in when something was life threatening. What Keith didn't know, was why Lance was refusing to take the pain medication. "What happened?" 

"I- I may have understated how hard that Galra soldier hit me..." Lance said meekly. They had gotten back from a mission a few hours ago and it seemed to have been a success. 

Lance slowly lifted the hem of his shirt, trying to hide the obvious winces he made. The left side of his torso was covered in darkly colored bruises, traveling from his chest down to the bottom of his rib cage. Keith blinked in surprise.

"Oh" he breathed. "Lance, why didn't you say anything?" he asked. Before Lance could answer, Coran returned with the cup of pills. He huffed and gave Lance a long hard stare.

"I don't know why you did that" he said firmly. "And I don't know why you're refusing. But I do know that you have a couple of bruised ribs and you are going to be in severe pain for the next month or two. I am merely trying to help you" Lance dropped his shirt, but left his hand hovering where it was. He wheezed quietly and shook his head. 

"I'm not taking them" he said weakly. "I'm- I'm not" Coran turned to Keith, shoving the cup toward him.

"Maybe you can convince him" he muttered before walking out the door. Keith sat the cup down on the edge of the table and grabbed Lance's arm before Lance could try and get down by himself. He let out an involuntary moan of pain as he slowly got to his feet. His right arm was slung over Keith's shoulder.  Lance started to untangle himself from Keith's grasp.