2 Weeks to Freedom- A Klance Hospital Fanfiction

Day 6

A/N: There is self harm in this

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Keith took his meds but Lance was not there. He had already had his given to him in the Quiet Room, along with a Benadryl the night before to knock him out. He was let out of the cell and walked out quietly to A lounge. Keith was already eating. Lance sat at another table.

Keith picked up his tray and moved to sit with Lance.

"Didn't want to watch the news today?" He asked.

"What for?" Lance replied. "I'm not getting out of here anytime soon."

Keith sighed. "Yeah I kinda said that I was going to kill myself yesterday in therapy."

Lance tried to smile. "That was stupid."

Keith sighed. "Tell me about it." He was silent. "I found what you used."

Lance looked at him. "Yeah? Did you turn it in?"

Keith shook his head. "Snitches get stitches." He looked at Lance's arm. "Sorry."

Lance laughed. "I didn't get stitches. They used glue."

"Seriously?"

"Well yeah, it's not Elmer's glue. It's wound-closing super glue." Lance's arm was wrapped in gauze so Keith couldn't tell.

"You know." Keith started. "I've totally peed in the shower."

Lance shook his head. "Same, but I didn't care. I had to do it"

"Had to?"

"Yep." Lance replied. "That's kind of how it works. You just have to."

Keith frowned. "Why though?"

"Dunno. Still trying to figure that one out."

"Please." Keith pleaded. "Don't do it again. I don't want you ending up another night in solitary."

"Why? You suddenly like me?"

Keith took a sip of orange juice. "Actually." he began. "I kind of do like you."

"In a gay way?"

"Not in a straight way." Keith responded.

Lance smiled faintly. "I like you too, mullet-head."

Keith smiled and took a bite of his waffle.

Because Lance refused to tell the staff what he used, he was sent back to the Quiet Room. It was a horrible game that the staff played but they legally couldn't keep him for more than a few hours during the day time and eventually they gave up, letting Lance return to his room. Keith was laying on the floor, coloring.

"Hey." Lance said, walking in. He looked beat down and exhausted. "Can I join you?"

They had a nurse watching them both. "Yeah." Keith responded. Lance unwrapped the gauze around his arm and Keith saw neatly closed wounds. He picked up a pencil and began to sketch Lance. He wasn't the greatest artist, but he made it work.

"There." He said, sliding the paper over to Lance. "This is you. Right now."

"I look tired." He noted, sitting up.

"You do look tired."

"I'm drugged up."

"Juiced?"

"Nope. No needle. Voluntary Benadryl. If I said no-"

"Got it." Keith sat up and leaned against his bed.