2 Weeks to Freedom- A Klance Hospital Fanfiction

Day 12

It was Saturday. No school. Boring breakfast and a lot of downtime. Keith had finished A Lesson Before Dying for his book report and already wrote an average report.

"I'm so BORED!" Lance groaned, stretched across his bed.

Keith was staring at the ceiling. "Me too."

"I hate Saturdays."

"Me too."

"And Sundays."

"Me too."

"And Mondays."

"Me too."

Lance thought for a second and then sat straight up. "Where do you go to school?"

Keith sat up, slouched forward. "Annandale High."

Lance frowned. "I go to Herndon."

"Hmm." Keith noted, laying back on his bed.

"Can you drive?"

"Yep. Which means that I can drive to Second Story to see you."

"I'd like that." Lance sighed. "I can't believe that I'm stuck there."

"Could be worse." Keith responded.

"How?" Lance groaned.

"You could be with your stepdad."

A knock sounded on the door and a CT walked in. "You two doing alright?"

"Yeah." They both said.

"Bored as hell." Lance added.

The CT closed the door part way. 

Lance got up and walked over to Keith's bed and lay down next to him. "Do you think they'll catch us?"

"We'll just tell them that we're hetero-spooning."

"That's a thing?"

"Nope."

Keith sighed and sat up. "What are we going to do for entertainment?"

"We have music therapy."

"I said entertainment not indentured servitude."

Lance laughed lightly. "Well I guess we're fucked."

"Yeah." Keith sighed. "We could make another t-shirt ball."

Lance watched the ceiling. "Yeah but the last one ended up with a busted nose."

"Oh yeah." Keith remembered.

Brad knocked on the door frame. "Music therapy has started."

"Piss off, Brad." Lance groaned.

"Yeah, shove off, Brad." Keith added.

Ten minutes later, both boys were sitting, unhappily, in a semi circle around the music therapist.

"We're going to talk with our instruments today."

"God just jab scissors in my ears." Lance muttered.

"Lance, would you like to start?"

"I have nothing to say."

"Not even with your drum?"

"Fuck no."

The music therapist smiled sweetly which pissed off the boys even more. "You're going to need to at least try or I'm afraid that I won't be able to sign off on your participation."

"Fine." Lance groaned. He picked up his drum and tapped out a simple rhythm. "Happy?"

"What did you say?"

"That I think this is a load of shit."

Everyone laughed and the therapist smiled again. "Well you can say anything as long as you talk with your instruments. Keith, what do you have to say?"

"Uh, gag me." He groaned. He picked up his drum and tapped out the same rhythm as Lance.

"I think it's interesting that you and Lance played the same thing." She noted.

"I didn't want to come up with my own shit." Keith responded.

When music therapy ended, the boys had lunch. They gave Lance a black bean burger so he was happy. Keith ate peas and mashed potatoes. He had a serving of cooked carrots which he stabbed with his fork.

"How do people eat this shit?" Keith said, turning the fork in his hand and examining the carrot.

"Like this." Lance said, jabbing a carrot and eating it.

"Ew." Keith responded.

They had outdoor time, which they spent watching the autumn leaves fall while sitting on a picnic table. They watched the kids playing volleyball. When they got inside, Keith got called to his social worker's office.

He turned in his office chair and gestured fro Keith to sit down.

"Have a seat, Keith." He said, happily. He picked up a clipboard and flipped through it.

"We're liking the progress we see and so if you keep it up, we have some good news for you?"

"What?" Keith asked, hesitantly.

"You're being discharged on Monday." His social worker said, smiling.

Initially, Keith thought that he would be excited to be leaving but the hospital became sort of a home to him. "That's great." Keith said, forcing a slight smile. "The meds and therapy have really been helping. I think that I'm ready."

"Well we're going to take one last blood test before you go to make sure that your levels are all satisfactory."

Keith nodded. "Sounds good."

His social worker stood up and opened the door. "I'll see you Monday for the paperwork then."

"Right." Keith breathed.

Monday. That was in 2 days. Could he really leave Lance?