One sentence prompt: "Lance, please don't be dead."
“No” Keith collapsed onto the dusty ground, trying to ignore the dirt that filled his nose and mouth. “No, no, no, no, no” He stared at the body in front of him. There was blood. So. Much. Blood. Keith couldn’t even see the person’s face. Carefully, Keith wiped the blood off the person’s face. He felt his heart stop in his chest.
Lance.
“Oh, god!” Keith stared at him in horror. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where the blood was coming from. “Lance, Lance!” After trying to wake him a few times, Keith began to do CPR on him. “Lance, please don’t be dead” he pleaded. Lance’s blood now covered the both of them. Keith did CPR for so long he could feel the blood drying on his own skin. But he wouldn’t give up.
He wasn’t going to let his friend die.
He couldn’t be dead.
Keith pounded on Lance’s chest harder and harder. But Lance didn’t wake up. Suddenly, there was a noise that made Keith stop altogether. He froze in fear.
A voice.
“Keith?” The voice spoke. Keith looked up toward the sky in fear. What was happening? Was he going crazy? “Keith, dude, get up” It sounded... like Lance? “Don’t make me push you out of bed”
Keith shot up, gasping for breath. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he thought it was going to explode. He was... in bed? Lance was standing next to his bed, staring at him like he was a crazy person.
“L- Lance” Keith said in disbelief. It was a dream. Keith launched himself off his bed, wrapping his arms around Lance in a bone-crushing hug. Lance yelped in surprise, and the two of them tumbled backwards onto Keith’s bed. Keith never let go.
“What the- fuck?” Lance asked in surprise.
“Don’t you EVER die on me again. You hear me? EVER!” Lance opened and closed his mouth, not understanding what was going on.
“O- okay?” Keith nodded curtly and then let go of Lance and walked out the door. Lance stared after him in shock.
“What the hell just happened?”
Happy saturday, I’m doing one-sentence prompts for today only~
No more please
