The Monster in the Sky. Klance AU

Chapter 40: Falling Apart

Hi, I'm really sorry updates are so spread out these days. I haven't even been reading them over to check for mistakes before I upload. I just can't be bothered and it's not because I hate writing- I don't- I'm just having a hard time at the moment. Please feel free to point out any mistakes and I'll fix them as soon as I can, I promise. I hope you're doing well. If you're not, just remember that things are going to get better :)

"Where's Lance?" Adam questioned with thin eyes. "I thought you had a meeting?"

"We do..." Shiro murmured before pulling himself up harshly enough that his chair scraped against the floor. "We have to check on him." The words rushed out of Shiro's mouth in a way that was full of panic. Adam had to take a moment to cock his head to the side as he debated how on earth Shiro's mood had done a 180 so quickly. One moment, they had been having a casual discussion about the future of Voltron and, the next, Shiro was panicking as if the Galra had returned to Earth.

"Maybe he forgot?" Adam tried to provide Shiro with a lifeline; a hint of hope, but Shiro's face only continued to pale. It looked like his heart had been stolen from his chest and crushed into a million pieces as anxiety overwhelmed his body.

"Can you get me my bayard?" Adam nodded, knowing Shiro wouldn't want him to waste time arguing. He rushed out of the room to Shiro's office where he knew the weapon was hidden in his desk. Meanwhile, Shiro began speed-walking down the stairs to the basement of the Garrison. The stairs seemed endless until he was outside the door Lance was meant to be guarding. Adam had caught up with him and handed his bayard over a couple of floors down. They exchanged a concerned look before pushing the door open. It wasn't locked, as it was meant to be.

Adam was first to notice Lance on the ground, eyes still closed, and he backed up with a gasp. Shiro shoved him out of the way and raced towards Lance, using his shaky fingers to press against Lance's wrist. Thump. Thump. Thump. "He's got a pulse. He should be alright. Lance?" Shiro leaned closer to the paladin, eyebrows raised in hope. "Can you hear me?"

"Fuck," Lance groaned, pulling himself up and pressing a hand against his head. "What happened?" He glanced around the small room through bleary eyes, blinking as he tried to focus on the people around him. Shiro was close enough to be recognisable but Lance was struggling to focus on the other figure in the doorway.

"We don't know. Can't you remember?"

Wincing at the sharp pain in his skull, Lance mumbled, "Lotor. I think... I think he got out."

"Yeah, we gathered," The figure, who Lance had come to realise was Adam, murmured, stepping deeper into the room so he could examine Lance's head. "Shiro, can you get me the first aid kit? There should be one just down the hall." Shiro nodded before rushing out of the door.

"Adam, I- I'm fine. We have to get Lotor... Don't let him escape..."

"Don't worry about him for the moment, okay? We need to check whether you have a concussion and how serious it may be."

"Serious..?"

"Thank you," Adam mumbled before taking the first aid kit Shiro had brought him. He sifted through it until he found a small flashlight. He raised it into the air and flicked it on so that it illuminated Lance's unusually pale face. "Follow the light for me, alright?" When Lance was able to follow the light just fine and Adam had examined his pupils to ensure they were both the same size, he nodded and put the flashlight away. "Do you feel dizzy at all?"

Lance swallowed as the room took an ironic moment to balance itself around him. "A little, I guess."

"Do you have a headache? Do you feel nauseated?"