Fever Dreams pt.1
Just a shout out to my 600 followers. I haven't been on much recently, but I owe you guys. So here is small sick Lance that just came to me. Hope you guys like it 😘
You have a fever Mijo." Lance's mom brushes a hand through his sweaty hair. A whine slips between cracked lips as he shift away from the touch. A concerned expressions runs through his Mama's face but her smile never waivers. She just kneels on the side of the bed, stretching her neck so her head rested next to his.xxxxxxxxxxx "Sana que sana colita de rana..." she hums. "...si no sanas hoy sanarás mañan." When Lance opens his blue orbs in search of his mom and her lullaby, he finds nothing. "Mama." He croaks. There is silence. He yearns to hear the chatter from the kitchen below, or Spanish music playing outside... he strains to hear an ounce of arguing from his brother and sister, but he hears none of it. "Mama." He croaks again. Lance is only met with more silence. Squeezing his eyes shut, he hold back the tears from rolling. It was just a dream. He rolls onto his side on the small cot, snuggling as close as he can to the nearest wall. Lance doesn't mind the runny nose, and he would push through wet coughs that tear at his throat and ribs if the fever dreams would just go away. Fevers are always so unpredictable, running you hot and cold and leaving you with tremors that ache and seep into your bones, but Lance would push through all of that if the dreams didn't make him sick for home too. Feeling defeated, Lance trudges into the training room. Keith raised an eyebrow but kept his focus on Shiro, his opponent. Hunk and Pidge had been on the sidelines watching when Lance plopped next to his best friend, laying his throbbing head on the yellow Paladins shoulder. "What are you doing here?" Hunk asked. Lance had been excused from training when he came to dinner sporting a low grade fever and a high pitch whistle when he exhaled. Lance wasn't sure he wanted to answer. There was a number of reasons Lance dragged him and his blanket to the training facility. The fever dreams, the homesickness, but mainly because he was lonely. "You should be resting." Pidge added. A soft whine escaped Lance's throat causing him to break into a coughing fit. Hunk wraps an awkward arm around the blue Paladin hoping to ease the cough. It only heightens the sticky heat that crawls under his skin. Lance can't seem to stop coughing. It'll subside for a minute at most but his wheezing just fills the air. "Okay Stop." Keith says when Shiro catches him distracted and pins him to the floor. Shiro rolls off Keith and pulls him up to a stand. "We get I Lance, you're sick you're not dying. So, stop distracting us or go back to your room and sleep this off." Keith rants as he runs a hand through his own hair. "I don't feel good." A defeated sigh rolls out of Keith's mouth. "I know."