Dying (A Langst: Voltron)

Oh no

Shiro finally left.

Hunk stopped by a couple minutes after Shiro had left.

He asked if I wanted anything.

I know he meant something to eat but I almost said the pleasure of dying.

Proceed with the awkward silence.

"No, I'm not hungry. Maybe later. Thanks for asking though, Hunk." Give him the winning smile, there ya go.

Hunk smiles back. "Well, Okay. But eat something later, please. You look a bit thin, Lance. You also look pretty pale..."

"Hunk, buddy, I'm fine. Haven't I always been on the thin side anyway? And that might be the lighting."

"Okay, whatever you say, Lance." Hunk leaves, still a bit worried; He worried about everyone.

But me..I was just another worry. A burden.

If Hunk worries, well, that can be nothing but could also be bad. Could be good thing but also bad. If Hunk finds out he doesn't eat anything for days, he would stress bake and try to make him eat. He did not need that happening. Hunk could put him in the healing pod!

That would be bad. One, he would find out he didn't eat. Two, that he thought the way he did. Three, what happened with Shiro. And four, if he was cutting or drinking.

It would ruin his plans for sure!

He didn't need that. But first though, he needed the supplies for this.

The alcohol.

The cutting item.

Should it be sharp or really sharp?

Should it be an old one or new?

Which one worked best?

And what alcohol would suit his needs?

He needed to go shopping, after writing down what transpired. Also his thoughts.