Keith one-shots

Fever Fears

Sick Fic
Warning: Slight Vomit

When Keith woke up the next morning his head was pounding. He sighed, getting out of bed. It was probably from all the training he had done yesterday. But it wasn't going to stop him from doing it again today.

He got changed, feeling slightly light headed. Though he shook it off, putting on his red jacket and walking out the door with his Bayard in hand. He wouldn't bother having breakfast yet. The others probably would be up soon and he didn't want to have to talk with them while he had this headache. It's not that Keith didn't like them. It's that he didn't know how to be around them. He didn't have the best social skill leading him to be kind of the lone wolf. But that was ok. That's who he was.

Entering the training deck he smiled. He yelled out for the level to begin, deciding to start on level 7. Nothing to hard to warm up.

Though as he began fighting he realised his moves seemed sloppy. He was already sweating and his head was spinning. He let out a yelp when the robot hit him against the wall while he was distracted.

He tried to bring himself back to his feet, only to fall into his knees again. The gladiator walked closer and Keith looked up at it weakly. His whole body seems to be burning up and his arms shook under the weight on his body. "E-end trading sequence," he stuttered out. He watched the bot power off and fall to the ground.

Loosing all his strength Keith fell to the floor, moving on to his side. Now he actually wished one of the Paladins would come see him. He wasn't getting out of here by himself. Though there was no point. He was the loner and they probably didn't want to be around him.

He tried sitting up again but it didn't work. He was shaking now and coughed every so often. Not only that but he had a strong urge to vomit. Keith hated being sick. Almost feared it. He let out a small whimper but quickly closed his mouth, placing his hand over it. What are you doing? he asked himself, toughen up.

Trying one more time, Keith managed to sit up. He groaned leaning back against the wall. "Keith?" a familiar voice came. He turned his head, loosing all his energy again. Though before his head could hit the ground, a body ran forward and caught him. Everything began to fade away and Keith couldn't bring himself to open his eyes again. He let out a small whimper at he felt the person pick him up. He new they were moving, but before he could ask where they were going he passed out.

———

Keith had woken up in his room, a while after the insistent at the training room. As soon as he opened his eyes his thoughts led him back to there. Had it been Lance who helped him. It sounded like Lance.

Turning his head, Keith spotted a familiar figure next to him. "Shiro?" he murmured. The older snapped out of whatever he was thinking about and quickly got up moving over to Keith.

"Keith! How are you feeling?" he asked moving some hair out of the boys face and rubbing his arm.

"Pretty bad. What happened?" The red Paladin tried to sit up but ended up being pushed back down by Shiro.

"Lance found you in the training room. It seems to have some kind of fever." Shiro grabbed a wet cloth placing it on Keith's forehead.

"So... why aren't I in the healing pods?" Keith asked only now realising his killer headache and relaxing at the releif the cool material gave.

"It didn't work," the other answered simply. He removed the cloth feeling his forehead with the back of his hand. Keith almost smiled at the feeling of Shiro's colder hand until a familiar feeling entered his stomach. He shut his eyes, letting out a small whine. It was ok to do this in front of Shiro. He could trust his brother, who already knew of his trouble with throwing up.

"Hey, you good?" Shiro asked, removing his hand briefly. Keith shook his head. The black Paladin rubbed Keith's arm. "It's ok. You'll be fine-"

As he spoke the door open to reveal none other then Lance. "Hey how's he going." Keith who could not be seen from behind Shiro froze. Not Lance again.

"Why don't you ask him yourself," Shiro spoke stepping out of the way. He remembered how worried Lance had seemed when he first brought in the small poor boy. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded as Lance walked further into the room.

"Hey buddy, how's it going?" he asked. Keith only gave him a light glare, causing Lance to feel slightly stupid. "Yeah right. Not good."

"Keith," Shiro spoke form behind, "I'm going to go get you something to eat." The red Paladin nodded reluctantly. He didn't really want to be alone in here with Lance. Not while he had this sick feeling in his stomach. But Shiro didn't really understand his problem of not being helped by anyone but him.

"So. Do you have any idea on why you kind of fainted back there?" Lance asked. Though Keith wasn't paying attention. He sat himself up beginning to breath harder as the sickening feel made its way up his throat. He placed his hand over his mouth as his eyes glazed over with tears. Lance looked down at him, surprised to see Keith face, frightened and pale. "Hey, what's wrong."

Keith looked up at him, still holding his mouth. He was beginning to shake, but was so desperate to keep his sickness down. In response to Lance's question he only shook his he head, keeping his eyes shut. "Do you need to throw up? Are you going to be sick," Lance asked rushing forward. Keith nodded. "Hey, it's ok. I can take you to the bathroom," he said helping Keith his his feet, steadying him as they both made there way into the connect bathroom.

Lance lowered Keith to the ground in front of the toilet. The smaller had tears running down his face which Lance had noticed and he now realised that Keith mustn't of liked to throw up very much. Though he still had to so the Cuban moved him towards the toilet bowl and rubbed his back. "Come on buddy."

Keith shook his head but pretty soon he was emptying his stomach and sobbing into the toilet. Lance winced at the noise but continued trying to comfort him. "Good job. Keith. Your doing well." The other coughed and once again vomited. Lance sighed running a hand through Keith hair, softly playing with the locks.

A moment later, Keith was finished. Lance grabbed a cloth off the side of the sink and wiped the boys mouth.

Lance smiles, pulling Keith away from the toilet. "There you go, all done," he praised softly.

The actions of Keith caught Lance off guard. He quickly turned and wrapped his arms around the tanned boy and began sniffling into his chest. Feeling the boy shake against him Lance recovered from his shock and hugged him back whispering softly into his ear, "your ok Keith. You did well. It's ok."

Keith let out a gasp looking up at Lance, who wiped his tears. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he said embarrassed. Though Lance caught him before he could move away.

"It's ok Keith. I don't mind." He pulled the side of Keith's head against and began running a hand down his hair. "I was worried about, ya know. When you fainted. You don't always have to seem tough. It's ok to cry and it's ok feel weak sometimes."

Keith gripped Lance's shirt letting out sob. He buried his head hiding from the rest of the world. It was just him and Lance. And that's all he needed at the moment.

Lance carefully picked up the boy, taking him out of the bathroom and back to his bed. He decided to lay down with Keith, holding him close. He listened closely as Keith tired to even out his breathing

Shiro reentered the room, raising an eyebrow at the sight in front of him. Lance gave him a look that seemed to be saying 'help' causing him to rush forward. "Keith? What wrong?"

Keith looked up at him, with tears running down his face. As Shiro sat down on the side of the bed he leaned into him slightly though still stayed close to Lance. "Sick..." he mumbled.

"He threw up just after you left," Lance expanded. He looked down at Keith giving him a sad smile. Shiro did the same.

"Well it looks like you handled it well," the black Paladin states. "Thank you Lance."

Keith who was trying to carefully listen to the conversation looked up at Lance. He was beginning to drift in and out but decided to get a few last word out before he feel asleep.

"Thnks 'ance..."