Sickened Mind

Chapter 17- Extra

"Lance!"

Lance was showered with hugs when he fell out of the pod. His vision was blurred and his body shivered.

"Lance- I'm so happy your ok-" Hunk nearly picked him up a good two feet off the ground.

"You had us worried sick." Allura walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a small smile.

"You feeling better?" Shiro stepped in woth a smile.

"Your probably hungry-" pidge jumped in and threw his Jacket around his shoulders, over his white and grey body suite.

Lance chuckled softly. "Hey guys.. I'm fine I'm fine. Just a bit woozy."

"Ah, don't worry. That feeling will go away soon enough." Coran said with a bright smile. Everyone looked happy. It was refreshing.

But, Keith. Where was he?

Lance stood up straighter. "Where's.. Keith?" All that cheerfulness sudendly drowned out.

"Hes Uhm... Not in a great mood.." Shiro said, folding his arms and avoiding eye contact. Which wasn't like Shiro at all.

"Where is he-?" Lance asked again.

"He just needs some time to himself."  Shiro walked up to Lance. "Lets get you some food firs-"

"I want to see Keith." Lance snapped taking a step away from everyone. They all seemed to let out a sigh and look down.

"Hes in his room." Pidge said with a sigh.

Before anyone else could say anything, Lance was off, heading to keiths room. Upon making it there, he saw that the door was locked. Keith never locked his doors or rarely at least. He knocked.

"Keith?"  When there was no answer he knockwd again. He then herd a small crashing noise, like someone had run into something.

"Keith? Everything ok in there?"

The door finally opened. Keith stumbled out. His vision was unfocused and his face was all red.

"Fucking great, Lance. 'M Fuckn' great!" He threw his hands in the air and turned around, walking in his room. A large bottle of nunvil was in his hand. He took a swig.

"Oh keith-... What are you doing-?" Lance walked into the room and turned the light on. Three other bottles where lying on the floor, all empty. "Keith.."

Keith slammed the bottle in his hands on the floor as it shattered. Lance flinched back.

"Don't 'Keith' meh!" He shouted and stumbled back. "You hate me remem'er-?" He sat on his bed.

Lances eyes were wide. "Keith I-... I don't hate you-"

"Thought you couldn't wait to get away from me-" he snapped. Fangs showing.

Lance was taken aback by this. 'Oh no..' He thought. "Keith-.. Calm down-"

"Calm down." Keith stood, "Calm down?" He barred his teeth as his pupils changed to slits. "CALM DOWN ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" A low growl came from the depths of Keiths chest.

"Your always the one telling me I shouldn't be ashamed of who I am!! That I shouldn't be scared and run from this! Yet you-.. You call me the enemy." Lance took a small step back. Keith paused slightly, seeing the frightened look in his eyes. "After all of this-.. After all we've been through- after all the pain we've gone through together you mark me as the enemy?!" Keith shoved Lance to the wall. Lance let out a small breath from the impact.