Sickened Mind

Chapter 16

"Blugh-"

Lance rubbed keiths back, pulling his hair into a loose pony as he threw up in the toilet. Keith leaned away from the toilet, whiping his mouth with a towel

"That's it.." Lance put his hand on his shoulder. "You done?"

Keith glanced at him and let out a sigh. "This is fucking ridiculous.."

Lance smiled slighlty. "Pidge said that the transformation back was really rough on your body.." Keith put his forhead on the edge of the toilet, exhausted. "Going from the strength of a galra down to human that fast is gonna make you sick for a couple days."

Keith sat up and glared at Lance slighlty. "Yea... I herd.." He held onto the counter next to him and stood.

He looked into the mirror and sighed. His hair was a mess, he was sickly pale and his eyes looked so blank. Lance stood too and flushed the toilet, putting a hand on Keiths shoulder.

"It's only been a couple days. I'm sure you'll get over this soon-"

"I've been puking my guts out every time I eat-" Keith turned on the water and rinsed his mouth, splashing his face too.

Lance smirked. "Speaking of food.." Lance held out a small granola bar looking thing. Keith rolled his eyes and walked passed him. Lance frowned and followed him. "Come on Keith, your loosing weight, you have to eat something. Coran made this to help stabalize your weight."

"I'll be fine If I loose a couple pounds.." He opened up one of his drawrs to grab some clothes.

Lance frowned and walked up behind Keith, lifting up the back of his shirt. Keith yelped slightly and jumped away. "What the hell-?!" He pulled his shirt down.

"Dude, I can see your spine." Lance crossed his arms. Keith rolled his eyes and grabed his clothes, closing the drawer. "Keith-" Lance called again. Keith glanced at him but jumped slightly as the bar was tossed at him he caught it and looked down at it. His sense of smell and hearing was still heightened. He could smell the peanuty fumes emitting from it and scrunched his nose. He looked back up at Lance. He looked like an angry mother.

"Fine fine- I'll eat the damn thing-.." He started walking twords the bathroom but Lance grabbed his upper arm. "What-?"

Lance looked him in the eye. "Now." He demanded.

Keith pulled his arm away. "My mouth still tastes like yesterday's dinner-"

"You didn't eat dinner, keith."

"Yes I did."

Lance frowned. "You sat there picking at it for half an hour!"

"I ate some!"

"Sure, Keith! Sure you ate some!"

Keith took a step forwards. "Would you stop babying me!? I know how to take care of myself! I had to for years!"

"I'm not babying you-"

"Like hell you aren't-!" Keith stumbled back slightly and hit the wall.

"Keith-" Lance took a step forwards but Keith put up his hand.