prompty prompt for lancey lance langsty langst- theres absolutely no fucking way he lets anyone know if he gets sick, and absolutely NO FUCKING WAY he doesnt push himself until he drops cuz "i thought id be fine" "YOU PASSED OUT IN TRAINING" "i thought id be fine?" "L A N C E"
Lance didn’t want to leave his bed today, he didn’t want to push himself. His throat felt as though someone took a cheese grater to it and his eye felt like someone tied anchors to them. His head felt as though someone stuffed it with cotton and everytime he cough, pained rippled throughout his body. I should stay in bed today. He closed his eyes to sleep just a few ticks longer when a knock echoed throughout his room, causing Lance to groan in pain.
“Lance! You awake?” Another knock. “Come on, you’re going to be late if you don’t come out soon.” Keith’s voice held little emotion and Lance dragged himself into a sitting position on his bed.
Lance cleared his throat, wincing slightly at the discomfort in his throat. “Be right out, I’ll met you at the table.” He prayed that Keith didn’t hear anything different in his voice but after a few ticks, he heard footsteps start to walk away from his room.
Lance pushed himself out of bed, wobbly walking to his bathroom and looking at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look sick, well not yet. Lance only looked sicked the second day. He rubbed his eyes, clearing his throat again and grabbed a towel to wipe his face down. The team can’t know, nobody can know. I can’t bring them down. What if they need me? I can't be sick, I need to be tip top shape in order to be the Blue Paladin. I’m not even that sick, I’ll be fine. It’s just a head cold after all, I’ve dealt with them before. He looked at himself one more time in the mirror, sighing silently and exiting the room to get change. I’ll be fine.
Breakfast went by mostly undisturbed but not completely. Lance was quiet, he attempted to say as little as possible. He didn’t want to risk the team hearing his voice or making his throat hurt more than it needed to.
“How did you sleep Lance?” Shiro asked as he took a sip of what everyone consider coffee.
Lance nodded his head and forced a “fine” out of his throat, hiding the crack by a cough.
“You feeling okay bud?” Hunk asked as he scooped up a spoonful of goo.
Lance nodded again, keeping his mouth shut. They can’t know.
“Good morning paladins! Training in 10 on the deck!” Coran smiled as he entered the dining room, grabbing himself a piece of toast.
Lance pushed himself away from the table, giving everyone a quick smile before he bolted out of the room.
Training didn’t go as smoothly as Lance would have liked. Shiro wanted everyone to work on cardio and usually Lance was the fastest paladin but not today. He could barely do a lap before his throat started to burn with the air movement and his lungs started to stutter, resulting in Lance failing into a fit of coughs.
He pushed of his teammates concern, “I just breathed in some dirt. I’m fine.”
Shrio frowned at the Blue Paladin, pulling him up from the ground and patting his back. “Well try to be careful.” He turned his attention towards the other paladins, “alright everyone, up next bot training.”
They all started on level five, working together to take down bot after bot. Lance pushed through the dizziness that consumed his eyes and shot a bot down that was going after Pidge.
“Thanks Lance!” She turned towards another bot and Lance gave her a tiny smile. Keep going. He turned and started firing at the new bots that fell from the ceiling, keeping them away from his teammates. He felt another cough threaten to bubble up to the surface. His limbs felt heavy and his gun started to shake, making him miss a few bots.
One managed to clip Hunk’s side, sending the yellow paladin sideway. Hunk screamed and Keith ran towards the bot that hit him, “Lance! Cover me!”
Lance nodded, his vision swimming and coughs burning in throat as he attempted to bring air into his lungs without coughing it up. He aimed at the bot running after Keith and shot it down, completely unaware of the bot that appeared behind him.
“Lance! Look out!” Shiro ran at the bot, his arm glowing purple and Lance quickly spun, hitting the metal object with his gun. He felt his legs wobble and soon the floor quickly met his head.
The entire training deck was quiet for a split second before Keith was screaming for the bots to stop, Shiro running over and falling next to the Blue Paladin.
“Lance?! Lance! Come on, wake up!” Shrio shook the boy gently, finally realizing how hot he was.
“Did he get hit?!” Hunk fell down next to his friend, pulling the chest peice off him, hoping to make breathing slightly easier.
Shiro shook is head and placed his human hand on his head. “He’s burning up, he must be sick. Let’s get him to medical.”
Lance awoke with a cool rag on his head and blankets piled up on him. How did I get into my bed?
“You’re awake.” Shiro stood from his seat in the room, placing whatever book he was reading down.
Lance closed his eyes, nodding slightly. “How did I get here? We were training right?”
Shiro laughed slightly, “yes we were. We took you down to medical after you fell, thinking you were hit but it turns out you were just sick, pods can’t heal that. Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling good?” Shiro sat down on the edge of the bed.
Lance swallowed, ignoring the dull pain that came with it, “I thought I’d be fine.”
“You passed out while training! Do you realize how dangerous that is? You could have been hurt a lot worse than a simple fall.” Shiro ran his hand through his hair, staring at the tanner boy.
Lance smiled weakly, “I thought I’d be fine.”
“Lance.” Shiro chuckled and stood from the bed. “You get the rest of the day and two more days off. Get better alright? We need our paladin back.”
Lance gave Shiro a smile, letting it fall as soon as Shiro left the room. I hope they don’t need me, I can’t be a burden to long.
Sick Lance is so good tbh
