2 Weeks to Freedom- A Klance Hospital Fanfiction

A full week.

Keith took his meds and ate breakfast in silence. Lance had a security guard sitting with him at the table. He didn't even watch the news. Keith watched the TV but only so he wouldn't be looking at how miserable Lance was. They had morning check-in where their assignment was to write down the top 3 triggers for their depression or anxiety before giving their saftey levels.

"5/4." Lance gave

"7/6." Keith replied. Then they went back to their room while everyone else got ready for 'school'.

They sat in their room in silence.

"How could you?" Lance finally asked.

"What?"

"You narced on me."

"I thought that you would slit your wrist or something. I couldn't just throw the curtain open."

"You might as well. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be tranquilized, wearing ONLY A TOWEL?!"

Keith shrugged. "Probably as awkward as me ripping open the shower curtain to make you stop."

"WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT ME?!" Lance shouted.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME!"

"AND WHY'S THAT? FUCKING ENLIGHTEN ME."

"YOU GET ME!"

Brad cleared his throat. "Could you two keep it down?"

"Sorry." They apologized.

"Well now we have no shower drain." Keith muttered.

"Oh so are you going to escape through it now?"

"You would like that, wouldn't you? If I just disappear. Well I DID try to disappear and it ended up with a bridge, three cops, and 600mg of Lithium. So SORRY if I can't disappear."

Lance bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Keith. That's not what I meant."

Keith sighed. "Yeah, man. I'm sorry too."

"Well that's charming and all but you two have schoolwork I'm supposed to give you and-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BRADLY." Lance shouted, throwing his pillow onto the bed and snatching Keith's hand, dragging him out the door. "C'mon Keith. We have homework to do."

They sat at the B lounge table and did their school work. This time, Keith was working on a book report for A Lesson Before Dying by Ernest J. Gaines, which both boys found ironic. He had been grazing through the first couple of chapters, occasionally making a note in the margin.

Lance was now trying to do a math project.

"Hey Keith. Can you get me a cup of Lifesavers?"

"Sure?" Keith replied. 

"Actually- I need three."

"Okay?" Keith turned to Brad. "Can I walk down the hall to the front desk."

"Okay but I have to be able to see you."

"That's fine." Keith agreed. He walked up to the front desk. "Keith Kogane. I need three cups of Lifesavers."

"Three? You can only have one at a time."

"Oh. Well then can I have one?"

"Okay."

Keith walked back to where Lance was working. "I can only have one cup at a time."

"That's fine." Lance said. "Here." He handed Keith a sheet of paper with columns, the color written at the top.

"Write down the percentages that you think are in this cup."

"How many are there in there?"

"I don't know but I need your prediction for this assignment."

"Okay?" Keith agreed. "Each color will be exactly 20%."

Lance dumped out the cup and took the data. "You're wrong but you're close. Can you grab another cup?"

"Sure?"

"Prediction?"

"Mostly purple."

They repeated the project once more and Lance took down the data before putting it into a pie chart. "There. He better give me an A."

"Who?"

"My statistics teacher."

"You're taking Stats?!"

"Yep. Math whiz- remember?"

The other patients came upstairs and they had music therapy which both boys agreed was dumb.

Later in the day, the boys sat together for meals and free time, journling at the B lounge table. Lance had more cuts glued and had a sleeve of gauze. Self harm is not pretty. The B lounge kids sat down and watched a movie. Midway through, Lance got a call.

"Lance McClain?" The nurse asked.

"Yes?" Lance said, looking up from his book, Artemis Fowl . 

"There is a Stephen Hale on the phone for you- your stepfather. He would like to talk to you."

"Tell him to suck a caterpillar dick." Lance said, picking up a colored pencil.

"He said if you don't pick up, he will visit tomorrow."

Lance rolled his eyes. "FINE." He pushed his chair away from the table and walked over to the front desk to take the phone. He wrapped the cord around his finger. "What do you want, Steve."

"I want to know when you're going to stop this and come home."

"Stop what?"

"Moping around in a fucking hospital. Your mother can't sleep because she is so concerned about you. It's making her senile."

"Well maybe she has good reason. Why doesn't she come to visit?"

"Your mother is very fragile, Lance. And no thanks to you and your charades."

"I'm doing the best I can."

Steven grunted and took a breath. "Well your best is not good enough."

He hung up the phone.

Lance lined up for his nighttime meds. When he got back to B lounge, Keith was eating his evening snack. He was munching on some pretzels. 

"What's wrong?" He asked with his mouth full.

Lance sat down and took a pretzel that Keith offered. He munched on it and swallowed. "Fucking Steven." Lance muttered.

"Who's Steven?"

"My stepdad."

"What did he want?"

"He wants me to be discharged."

Brad laughed. Keith and Lance turned to the CT in an office chair.

"Fuck off, Brad!"