It had been about 10 years. Allura, Shiro, Keith, and Coran were still off fighting. Hunk and Pidge went off to be plain Space Explorers. And Lance, he was a doctor. A doctor? Strange for loverboy Lance right? You could say that, or you could see his side of the story.
Lance P.O.V.
It was a normal Tuesday, riding in the ambulance to pick up kids who broke their bones. Doing surgery on someone's brain and saving their life. Dealing with code death. We(as in me and my team) were loading people into the ambulance to be taken to the hospital for further medical health after they were jumped, robbed, and assaulted by some galra rebels. They were saved, but injured nonetheless. As I turned around to look outside the ambulance right as we had gotten the last person, I saw them. The 4 meanest people on “team” Voltron.
[3:41 PM]
Allura- I was never good enough. Because I had no choice and was forced to help win a war without my consent. That was my fault so she hated me, I could never catch up with anyone, always falling behind, and dragging the others with me. Hunk and Pidge had my back, and the occasional Matt, but nobody else cared about me. I’m supposed to be the hero.
Shiro- I was still not good enough. I was stupid and weak. The comedy relief that I was forced to be and then yelled at later for being. Thanks Shiro. . .
Keith- I’M STILL NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! I WAS ALWAYS STUPID AND USELESS! WHY WHY WAS I THE USELESS ONE!! I DIDN'T”T ASK FOR IT.
Coran- Guess what? Lance Lance the stupid man. Gosh why was I so useless! Why did I have to be so-
“DOCTOR LANCE!” Shay yelled. “Are you going to continue being in La La Land or are you going to close the doors? You’re important to this team Lance, we need you.” I don’t think she realized how much those words meant to me, but my old “teammates” behind apparently did.