Voltron (KEITH)
Keith:Or he got back from a bom mission and he just wants to see everyone instead of resting
When Keith gets out of Red, he's sweaty and covered in dirt and who-knows-what-else. Shiro is at the hangar waiting for him.
"Welcome back. How'd it go?" He asks. Keith shrugs but there's a small smile on his face that lets Shiro know it had gone as expected. Then, Keith pinches his nose and shudders forward. Shiro's brows pinch down in concern.
"Bless you. Go get cleaned up," he says. Keith nods and heads to the showers.
Keith hangs his head, letting the water course over his sore muscles. He couldn't seem to get warm. He had been cold the whole mission, and his throat hurt in a way he knew meant he was coming down with something. He coughs a little and it tears up his throat, but he just gotten home, he doesn't want to be sent to his room for the next three days. He wants to hang out with his team. He feels the echoes of a sneeze bouncing around his sinuses.
"Huh'GnXT'uh...uh," the sneeze even sounded congested and it moved the cement in his head enough to make his nose drip. He sighs, coughs and turns off the water.
When he gets to the common room, everyone stops talking for a minute to look at him.
"Hey, you're back."
"You get it done?"
"Were you hurt?"
"Welcome home." Keith's lip curls up at his friends greetings. He goes and sits beside Shiro, being sure to hit him with his wet hair.
"Ugh, thanks a lot," Shiro says with an eye roll. Everyone laughs and starts to grill Keith on his mission. After only a couple minutes of story telling, Keith's throat feels tender and raw. He put up a hand to signal a break and pinches his nose shut, shuddering forward in a silently stifled sneeze. He coughs at the pressure the strangled sneeze creates. The others give him a brief look of surprise before blessing him. Keith takes a breath to finish his story but it cut off by Shiro before he can start.
"Are you sick?" Shiro asks him. Keith blushes.
"Nah, can't a man sneeze in front of you?" Keith asks sarcastically before going back to his story Shiro frowns and puts an arm around Keith's shoulder. His frown deepens when he feels suppressed shivers coming from Keith. The others laugh at something Keith says, and Keith convulses again with another stifled sneeze. Shiro squeezes Keith's shoulder and smiles at him.
"Bless you," he says. Keith nods. It seems like he is trying to avoid acknowledging his sneezing. Maybe he hopes if he ignores it everyone else will too. It isn't working. The others are also looking at Keith with concern now.
"You look tired, maybe you should get some rest," Pidge says. Keith sits up a little straighter.
"I'm fine, no need to worry," he insists. His statement is undermined when he is once again stifling another sneeze.
"Huh'GNXt..uh," Keith blinks to dispel the tears the sneeze had forced up. He sniffles and rubs at his nose with a fist, trying to scrub away the annoying itch.
"Bless you. That's it, time for bed," Shiro says. He pulls Keith up off the couch and steers him toward the bedrooms as the others wish him well and tell him to get some rest. Keith blushes. When they get to his room, he expects Shiro to leave him at the door, but instead, Shiro comes in with him. Keith pinches his nose closed again. It was getting harder to stifle because if the mounting congestion in his sinuses. He couldn't hear well because of the pressure in his ears and his eyes were constantly watering.
"Hih'GXNt" another sneeze shivers out of him, forcing him to cough. This time, the fit lasts longer and has a distinct crackly sound to it.
"Bless you. Sounds like it hurts," Shiro says handing Keith some tissues. Keith takes them, but just leaves them balled in his fist. Shiro shakes his head.
"Blow your nose," he says. Keith shakes his head.
"Too congested to do anything but hurt," he says. Shiro frowns and comes behind him, placing gentle fingers over his sinuses. He seems to know exactly where to put pressure to relieve the congestion, but as the congestion looses, the need to sneeze grows.
"Don't hold them in this time, it'll make it worse," Shiro says firmly. Keith brings the tissues up to his nose, too desperate for relief to even think about strangling his sneeze off.
"Hih'gZZtSh'uh...hih'ggTZZ'uu" Keith blows his nose into the tissues, balling them up and throwing them in the trash. He sits on the bed in front of Shiro, leaning agaisnt him.
"Bless you, better?" He asks. Keith nods and closes his eyes. "You can always come to me, I'll always be here to help you," Shiro says. Keith smiles. Shiro would always help him.