agliophobia [ cradle me in ur arms kEITH >8) ]
Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.
This weird concoction, chopped uptentacles and other indistinguishable bits floating in its broth, wasquestionable at best, but Coran had offered nothing else. Apparently it was an oldAltean remedy, one chock-full of medicinal properties or whatever. It was almostarchaic in a place derived from science andtechnology, but considering their weakened battleship crystal and an energy-gobblingparticle barrier to keep in place, they couldn’t exactly throw Lance and his batteredself into a healing pod and call it a day, not when safety took priority over afew wounds.
But why was he stuck being at Lance’s—of all people—beck and call? Oh, yeah,because it was his fault Lance washurt in the first place. One minor mishap in the heat of battle and Keith wasstuck with the worst chore ever conceived. Great.
He let himself into the bluepaladin’s room unannounced and less than graciously plopped the food tray down on thetable they’d brought in earlier. A kit stocked with gauze, medical tape and somefunky-smelling ointment that burned his nose every time he opened its container sat open beside the tray. Keith crossed his arms.
“Here. Your lunch.”
