Keith raises a hand to feel at the tender injury – eyes fluttering with pain when the action presses against a knot and bruise that’s likely to be FRESH for a while. He groans at the action, scowling the entire time – distantly, he hopes Pidge or Hunk took notes for him from the lecture he missed, and he’s aware that he probably has several messages of concern waiting for him on his phone. He doesn’t reach to check it immediately. He barely follows the words as SHIROGANE speaks, but the name is familiar.
PROFESSOR SHIROGANE. Keith doesn’t have his class, but PIDGE does. Ah, great.
“ I don’t need to go to the hospital, I’ll be fine. “ He retorts, but he’s aware it’s just a stubborn impulse to ARGUE when he knows damn well he should go to the hospital and make sure no permanent damage has been done. He’d slammed his head pretty hard on the way down, on the mat, thankfully – but that doesn’t free him from the chance of something dangerous.
“ EITHER WAY, I shouldn’t drive right now. And I’m sure as hell not calling an ambulance. “ He could call Lance, but he doesn’t feel like having to explain how he got hurt in the FIRST PLACE and listen to the asshole laugh at him. “ I’ll give it a couple minutes to see if I feel up to driving and go from there … “ He reasons and realizes belated he hasn’t even given his own name yet.
“ Oh. It’s Keith. Keith Kogane – “ Which should be followed by the standard pleasantry, right? NICE TO MEET YOU, or something, but all in all Keith doesn’t consider it NICE at all – he catches sight of the rose adorned clock on his compatriots wrist and the sick feeling in his stomach ROILS. ( Wonders if he could LIE. He keeps his clock covered up, for the most part – with GLOVES. A quick glance down confirms that he’s still wearing them. Safe. …It would be wrong of him, wouldn’t it? To HIDE it, if he can. He goes for it anyway. )
He presses the ice to his skull with an appreciative moan.
“ Okay, yeah — hospital. “
“I beg to differ...” Shiro looks at him with the biggest, saddest eyes he can manage. If he can’t convince him, then maybe he can pout until the younger concedes. The Professor certainly can’t force Keith to go, but he sure as hell can make him feel bad for not agreeing to go with him. He clasps his hands together and shakes his head. What can a single man do against the force of will of youth? Funny that, he doubts Keith is much younger than him—
“Actually...I have a car and am perfectly capable of driving. You wouldn’t have to call an ambulance.” Shiro’s eyebrows furrow. “At least you’re considering it.” He’ll give him a few minutes at least, but a part of him wants to throw Kogane over his shoulder kicking and screaming. Head injuries are no joke!
Shiro pauses forces the urge to look at his wrist down. It would be selfish—incredibly selfish to look. “Keith...that’s a nice name.” His smile is soft as he looks over to him, but his heart is still pounding. One quick look at his wrist wouldn’t be too terrible, would it? He finally peels his gaze away from Keith, first looking at the roses on his wrist, almost as if he’s afraid to look at the countdown. 00:00:00.
Did he...miss his lover already? Or was it Keith? Shiro glances from his wrist, to Keith, then back to his wrist. “Are you...? You know what—I’ll worry about that later—let’s get you to the hospital.” Shiro holds out his hand for Keith to take, standing up with a smile. “I could carry you, but something tells me you’re a prideful man.” His heart is pounding and he can barely see straight—oh no, oh no.
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