Fever Dreams pt2
Seeing the issue not getting anywhere, Shiro calls the training to an end. Lance feels an embarrassing if heat fade across his face when he think he is the cause for the short training session. "Sorry." In 3 long strides, Shiro kneels to get a closer look at Lance. Gently raising Lance's chin to face him, Shiro places his flesh hand on the boy's forehead then slides it down to cup his right cheek. "Lance." Lance trembles under his touch. It's probably just the fever but Lance feels so exposed , sensitive to the thought that he is the weakest member on this team. It doesn't take long for him to realize he is crying. He squeezes his eyes shut. Dreams of his mama sound so much better than showing weakness in from of his Hero. Seeing that Lance lost most of his composure, he runs a hand through Lance's hair pushing it back and out of Lance's face. "Okay... You're okay Lance, just relax." "Whats the verdict?" Keith asked. "He's burning up and I'm afraid we don't have the kind of supplies to take care of this." "What about a Cyropod?" Pidge mentions. Shiro smiles sadly at the idea. "If the fever was from an infection, but the pods can't fix something that isn't exactly broken." "Alteans have medicine don't they?" "This isn't the same as trying new good Hunk." "Keith is right, Alteans have a different anatomy and giving Lance their medicine could end with worse side effects them the initial problem." Shiro explains. Lance is staring at them, watching with glazed eyes but he can't exactly hear what they are saying; almost like someone put cotton in his ears. "He's just going to have to push through this the only fashioned way; A lot of Liquids and plenty of rest." "Lance did you get that?" "..." There is a solemn silence that clouds the air. "Lance buddy, you gotta rest, let's get you back to bed." Hunk tries. Lance doesn't say anything, just shakes his head and nudges it into the crevice of Hunks Shoulder. "He's really sick, isn't he?" Pidge asked. She's only known him from her time at the academy but she's never seen Lance at a loss for words. "Lance I can make you soup and bring it up to you if you go to your room." Hunk bribes. "No." He croaks. "Come one Lance," Keith pushes. He's not very good at being nurturing but he wants to help the best that he can. "What do you want? We're all here trying to help." Keith growls impatiently. Lance strikes a glare at Keith but it's weekend by the the flush on his face. "I want my mom." He whimpers. A ball drops in the pit of Keith's stomach like glass shattering to the ground. "Lance." Keith tries. "I don't know why I came down here." He manages to say while pulling himself up to his feet. "I.." he stops, his head hurts so much that he doesn't really remember why he left his bed. "I wanna go home." It's the last thought he shares before everything goes back.