In other words... (Shance drabble)
For @the-shance-games second challenge, in which I had the prompt "Music and Mafia" Really, team Lance, Mafia?
Lance threw his coat into the locker in the break room.
“Somebody's going to the children's hospital today.” Allura said with a gentle smirk as she walked into the break room in a rush.
“Later.” Lance replied, knowing the real reason why he brought the guitar and carried it through the snow. It was heavy and draining, but it was worth it.
Allura seemed excited by that answer. She knew the policy of dating a patient, but Shiro was getting discharged soon. This was Lance's last chance to finally make Shiro fall head over heels like he'd done for Lance.
Lance walked down the dimly lit halls, feeling the somber tone overcome him. He was determined not to let it sway his attitude, although he knew people died here.
It wasn't a happy place at all.
But Lance would make it the happiest place he could for everybody.
Even Shiro, who believed he didn't deserve a second chance.
Shiro had been brought into the ER while Lance was working a shift, a large gunshot wound staining the fabric of his sweatshirt and soaking through the cotton.
Shiro's best friend came in later, when Shiro was in a medically induced coma and the wound was stitched securely closed.
He explained that Shiro had been mixed up in a branch of the mafia while trying to relieve both the emotional and physical pain of losing his arm.
And, once he get mixed up in that crowd, he wanted to leave.
His best friend, Keith, knew Shiro was going and try to forcefully leave.
And naturally, since Shiro knew a few minor bases of operation, they were not very happy with that.
Almost immediately after Shiro awoke, the police a few detectives started badgering him for details while Shiro was still on heavy medication and his brain in a floaty haze.
He was getting better, so they were discussing grounds for discharge.
And Lance had one more shift with him before the discharge date occurred.
Shiro smiled when he saw Lance walk through the door to his hospital room, and he further lit up when Shiro saw the large guitar case swinging by Lance's side.
“You going to sing me a song finally?” Shiro joked, pulling the clean white covers up to his waist.
“If you want me to.” Lance responded as he approached the bed and set the case down on the floor, buckling the locks and sitting cross legged on the foot of the bed.
“Shouldn't you be checking my vitals, nurse?” Shiro teased as Lance took the guitar out and put it on his lap, relaxing when he felt the stings under his fingers.
“I'm not on shift for you tonight.” Lance strummed a chord just to make sure the guitar was in tune.
“Then fly me to the moon, pretty boy.” Shiro gave a cocky smirk.
A heavy blush settled on Lance's cheeks.
Lance's fingers stumbled for a few chords before getting into a rhythm, singing the first lyric in a elegant tone.
Let me play among the stars
And let me see what spring is like
Lance smiled and contiuned.
‘In other words, hold my hand’
Shiro finished the final verse, voice smooth as butter as he sang it softly.
‘In other words, baby, kiss me'
Lance obligated without skipping a beat.
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