“Don’t sit up so fast,” Tatsu begs as the big Galra tried to keep Lance in bed.
Lance groans and falls back against the mattress, eyes squeezing shut to make the sudden surge of dizziness go away. His head hurts. Why? What happened? The last thing he recalls is...heading to the training deck...? He remembers fiddling with the controls, not quite paying attention to what he was doing, and then, when the training sequence started...
His head throbs sharply and he whimpers and presses a hand against it. It doesn’t help.
“I feel like I’ve been overrun by an army of droids,” he chuckles, weakly, and glances up to offer Tatsu a small smile, an attempt to reassure the Galra that he is okay. He’s fine. Just hurts a bit to think, that’s all. “What happened?”









