#klance sickfics

[the-vampire-artist]

Day 12: Free Write: Asthma (Keith)

@vldwhumpmas2017

Keith felt like his chest was being pressed against since that morning. He shook it off, knowing he wasn't going to start coughing, because it was only a light weight. Nothing out of the usual. He didn't have any plans for that day anyways, so even if he did have an asthma attack, he could just reach into his jacket and use his inhaler. He'd be fine.

That is, until Lance called. Keith hadn’t realized that Lance wasn’t home until he walked downstairs to get the phone.

"Hey, Lance. What's up?" He asked. Lance's voice was more energetic than usual when he said,

"Keith, Park. Meet. Now. Hurry!" Keith could tell he was smiling through the phone just by his voice, but before he got the chance to ask what was happening, Lance hung up. Figures. Keith let out a sigh as he grabbed a hoodie and walked out the door. He walked over to the park down the road to see Lance eagerly waiting for him.

"Hey, Lance. What's so impor- WOAH!" Keith was cut off by lance grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the Pond, breaking into a full blown sprint. Keith felt that weight in his lungs start to get heavier, but bearable. They stopped and Keith tumbled into Lance from behind, the two falling to the ground on top of each other. Keith felt the weight again, but it quickly went away and back to just a light pressure.

"Hey, Learn to slow down sometimes, Red." Lance laughed. Keith just smiled as Lance got up and extended his hand. Keith grabbed it and Lance pulled him up too hard, causing Keith to jump into the air. "Woah! Sorry, Keith!" Keith lands on both feet with a thud and just smiles.

"'s all good. So what's so important that you dragged me here?" He asked.

"Glad you asked, my man." Lance stepped to the side to reveal Hunk, Pidge, Allura, and Shiro standing in the middle of the field, Hunk and Pidge wearing the same blue jerseys that Lance was, and Shiro and Allura wearing black ones. "Ya see, Keithy, we were gonna play hockey together, but then we realized a valuable detail; we were short one player. Soooooo..." Lance waved a black Jersey in front of Keith. "...how's about playing?" Keith rolled his eyes at Lance.

"So long as I'm not tackled to the ground, I'll play." Lance smiled and shoved the jersey to Keith's chest. He quickly put the jersey and some skated on and the game started.

"Ready? Start!" Lance yelled.

He swung his hockey stick and after an hour, the game settled down. Keith was winded. He felt a hand clasp against his shoulder and his body stiffened.

"Good job out there, Keith." Shiro said. Keith eased up, but the tightness in his chest wasn't going away. "You're really good at hockey. Why weren't you on the team this year?"

"Oh, uh, I-uh, I-I just di-didn't feel like I-it. Not, not my thing." Keith responded. He could barely talk, and Shiro could notice. His face went from joy to concern in a matter of seconds.

"Hey, Keith, are you okay? You look a little winded." He said. Keith sighed and held the side of his lungs.

"Yeah, yeah. I-im fine." He huffed. Shiro didn't believe him, but before he could protest, Lance called out,

"KEITH! Up for a race?!"

"Yeah." Keith said. He jogged over to Lance and put his jersey back on. The two went took off their skates and headed over to the bike path, but as he did, Keith stopped short and held his chest. His vision was fogging up and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Lance stopped and turned around to Keith.

"Yo, Keith, you okay?" Keith faintly heard him ask. Keith felt his legs give out and he fell to the ground, gasping for air.

"Holy shit- Keith are you okay - oh shit, KEITH!!" Lance ran over to him and tried to feel his pulse.

"Crap, Keith you're, you're barely breathing!" Lance looked up and called out, "GUYS!!! HELP ME!!" Shiro and Hunk turned first and bolted.

"What's wrong with him?" Shiro asked.

"He's not breathing. We need - we need to get him to a hospital!" Lance panicked.

"Okay, Keith, we're gonna get you to a hospital. I need you to breathe in and out, okay? In, out." Shiro demonstrated. Keith wasn't doing it. He just kept coughing and gasping. He suddenly turned over and coughed harshly, dark red coming out of his mouth and staining the grass.

"Oh shit - okay, that's it, we're going. Now! PIDGE, ALLURA, LETS GO!" Shiro yelled. Lance held Keith upright and he and Hunk helped Keith onto Shiro's back, seeing as he was the strongest and the fastest. They started running, and Allura and Pidge, seeing Keith on Shiro's Back, extremely pale and wheezing, knew they were going to the hospital. They ran two blocks and on the way, Shiro dodging through crowds of people with ease, and Keith felt his eyes growing heavy.

Since when was it so dark outside? It had been daytime a minute ago. Keith came to the conclusion that it was already Night and started closing his eyes -

"Keith, don't you dare close your eyes, you hear..." Lance said, but his voice started fading out. Keith felt like his ears were being closed along with his throat and chest, and his head felt heavy and like it was being squished between two walls. Closing his eyes for a moment wouldn't be too bad, right?

Keith's eyes closed and his breathing became worse. Lance started panicking.

"Oh hell no. Keith, come on, dude, open your eyes right now!" He yelled as they ran through the doors of the hospital. They placed Keith in a wheelchair and placed a gas mask on him, covering his nose and mouth. It pumped air into his lungs and before they could see if he was okay, Keith was taken to another room, where Lance and the others couldn't follow.

"Don't worry, Lance. He'll be okay." Hunk said reassuringly. Lance turned to him and for the first time in a while, Lance broke down. He looked down and started sobbing. He was terrified. Hunk stepped into action and hugged Lance, bringing him to his chest and rubbing his back up and down. Lance hugged back and just cried against Hunk. He was terrified for his boyfriends life. He saw the look of fear Keith had in his eyes before he'd collapsed. How had Lance not noticed how winded Keith had been? Looking back, he could clearly remember seeing Keith having a harder time after they were done the first game of hockey. Heck, he looked winded after just running with Lance to the ice rink!

“It’s my fault... I-I should’ve n-noticed...” Lance cried. Shiro placed reassuring hand onto his shoulder.

“You’re okay, Lance. None of us could’ve thought that Keith would have an attack. He did seem winded, but-“

“But I KNEW he had asthma!” Lance cried out. “I’m his BOYFRIEND and I KNEW he had asthma, yet I made him play with us in the freezing cold!” Lance cried into Hunk’s hug. The others exchanged worried glances. They knew how upset Lance could get with himself if he makes even the smallest mistake when it came to Keith, and he wouldn’t calm down entirely until he saw Keith was okay for himself.

“Takashi Shirogane?” The group looked over to see a nurse peeking out from the side of the wall. “You May see Keith.” Shiro got up, but then looked over to Lance and asked,

“Would it be okay if he could come along? He’s Keith’s boyfriend and he’s extremely worried.” The nurse looked to Lance, who was crying quietly against Hunk, and sighed.

“I don’t see why not. Young man?” She said. Lance turned his head up and Shiro waved for him to come. He smiled and wiped his face as he and Shiro walked over to Keith’s room. With each step, Lance felt more and more guilt ping his heart until he looked like he was going to cry again. Shiro grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a shoulder hug.

“Don’t worry, Lance. Keith’ll be okay. He’s been through a lot; he’s strong.” He smiled, but even Shiro was worried for Keith’s well-being. He’d been there for Keith when he would have attacks when they were younger, but they’d never been as bad as this one, even when Keith got punched in the ribs during a gym wrestling unit. He couldn’t tell Lance this because it would make his guilt feel worse, but Shiro felt the same guilt as Lance and the others did.

When they walked into the room, Keith was still unconscious on the bed, an oxygen mask helping him breathe properly. There was an IV in his arm and his skin tone was returning to normal, but he was still too pale for Shiro or Lance’s likings. The two walked over and Shiro pulled up a chair while Lance sat on the end of the bed. When they say, Keith stirred and opened his eyes.

“L-lance...?” His voice cracked weakly. Lance sighed and the tears fell down his face.

“NEVER. Scare me like that again, okay?” Lance said through the tears. Keith nodded and smiled as Lance brought him into a hug. Shiro smiled in the background and noticed a small box poking out of Lance’s pocket. He thought about telling Lance, but he decided against it; he didn’t want to ruin the moment. So instead, he got up and tucked it away himself, hiding it by pulling the two into another group hug. Shiro knew Lance was going to ask him for his blessing sooner or later, and he already knew what he would say to him.

“You have my blessing.” He whispered into Lance’s ear after the two had walked out of the room. Lance turned to him, tilting his head in confusion.

“What?”

“You’ve treated my little brother like he was the only person in the world that mattered. He’s been through so much, and you’ve been there for him through thick and thin. You’ve shown how much you love him on numerous occasions, and I’d be happy to call you my brother-in-law. Take care of my little brother for the rest of your days, and make sure that he never feels alone again.” Shiro said, smiling. Lance looked from his pocket to Shiro, and smiled, tears welling in his eyes. He hugged Shiro tight.

“Thank you, Shiro.” He said quietly.

“Of course.” Shiro smiled back. He knew that Lance and Keith were made for each other.

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Thank you all for enjoying the Twelve day’s of Whumpmas. I had so much fun writing these prompts and I can’t wait to do it again!

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[the-vampire-artist]

Day 11: Pneumonia (Lance)

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Keith coughed and his lungs rattled. He felt like he was dying. He coughed and coughed, feeling like his lungs were on fire. Lance wasn’t home at the moment because he was still getting back from his classes, so Keith was left to fend for himself while the coughing fit continued.

Keith shouldn’t have been surprised he caught Lance’s cough; he’d been coughing all day yesterday and the day before. But Keith just felt... different. He was exhausted and hot, and he didn’t want to eat anything. His coughing fit died down as Lance walked in.

“Oh, hey, Lance-“ Keith started, but stopped when Lance raised his hand. Lance rubbed his eyes and Keith could see the fatigue in his face. He looked drained.

“Go to sleep, babe. I’ll be up in a few.” Keith said, wrapping his arms around Lance’s waist. Lance nodded and yawned tiredly, kissed Keith’s cheek, then went upstairs to sleep. He would feel less exhausted once he closed his eyes.

...

Yeah, that good nights rest thing doesn’t exist. Lance had only been asleep for three hours when he heard the sound of Keith’s coughing fit from downstairs. He thought he would be okay, but then he heard a loud thud and Lance literally jumped out of bed and raced downstairs. He was worried because Keith had really bad asthma, and he didn’t want to risk Keith another trip to the hospital because Lance didn’t notice how bad his cough was getting. Lance walked into the kitchen to see Keith on the floor, one arm covering his mouth, his other hand holding his chest.

“Shit...” Lance said. He sat next to Keith and rubbed his back through the fit, pulling the inhaler out of his pocket that he kept in his Jacket. Lance had fallen asleep in his clothes again, and it was a good thing too, otherwise he would’ve had to leave Keith alone for a moment to get the inhaler, and that could’ve put Keith at a bigger risk.

“Here.” Lance said as Keith’s fit died down, handing him the inhaler. Keith shook his head.

“-feel s-sick...” he muttered. Keith looked like the energy was just sucked out of him; his cheeks were bright red and his eyes were glossy. Lance pressed a hand against Keith’s forehead and Keith moved into it, moaning softly. That was really unlike Keith. Lance’s hand burned against Keith’s hot skin.

“Keith, you’re burning up.” He said. Keith got up and started saying,

“I’m fine,” but he swayed and started collapsing.

“Oh shit-!“ Lance caught Keith just before he hit the floor. Lance quickly picked him up and placed him to the couch, quickly running to get a thermometer and cough medicine. He poked Keith’s lip with the tip of the Thermometer, but Keith wouldn’t open his mouth.

“Keith, you need to open your mouth for me. Please. I don’t want you to get so bad we have to go to the hospital again.” Lance said quietly. Keith groaned and moved his mouth so Lance could stick the thermometer in it.

“Thank you.” Lance said as he placed the tip under Keith’s tongue. Moments later, it beeped and Lance read, ‘104.9’

“Crap. Keith, you’re burning up.” Lance muttered. Keith groaned and shifted to his side, only to go back into a terrible coughing fit. Lance ran to the medicine cabinet and rummaged through a box of different medications, looking for some cough medicine and some fever reducers. He found the fever reducers, but he couldn’t find any actual cough medicine other than throat drops, so he decided a trip to the doctor was necessary. He came back over to Keith to find him coughing harshly. Lance brought Keith up and rubbed his back as the fit continued for a good five or ten minutes. Lance was extremely worried when Keith started turning a little blue.

“Okay, that’s it. Hospital. Now.”

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Keith laid in the hospital bed, an oxygen mask on his face. His skin was still slightly paled, but he looked better nonetheless. His eyes had dark circles from exhaustion, and his cheeks were tinted pink, but he still looked better. The doctor walked back in and Lance was sitting on a chair near Keith. He had bright orange hair that was shaped into a retro mullet (much different than Keith’s), and he had a big mustache to match it. He also had small, light blue boomerang like tattoos under his eyes, like Allura, Shiro’s transfer friend from Altea University, did, although hers were pink.

“Thank you for bringing Keith in,” the doctor said. “He has a case of Pneumonia, but his asthma made it worsen. You were lucky to have brought him in when you did, otherwise we’d be looking at something much more serious.” He said. Lance nodded in response.

“Thank you, Doctor... Curain?” Lance butchered the doctors name.

“Coran. Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time.” He smiled. He placed a bottle of medicine on the table next to Keith and started walking out the door, but stopped momentarily. “Y’know, ya might want to do a better job of hiding that box, chap.” He said as he exited the room. Lance’s face turned bright red and he looked in his pocket to see the box bulging out. He knew he should’ve done a better job of hiding it. He sighed and pulled out the box, which had a small ring inside of it. He closed it gently and sighed, stuffing it back into his pocket. He looked over to Keith, who was still sleeping soundly.

“Please get better, baby.” He said as he rubbed Keith’s hand. Keith had to get better, he just had to.

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[the-vampire-artist]

VLD Whumpmas day 2: Emeto (Keith)

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“What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?!” Were the first words that come out of Lance’s mouth when he saw Kolivan, Keith’s hip-hop instructor, and Shiro come to his door, Keith laying limply in Shiro’s arms.

“He wasn’t feeling well during rehearsal, then fell over himself. I contacted his emergency contacts, but you weren’t available at the moment, so I called Keith’s brother.” Kolivan said. Lance could never place his accent or where he was from, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Keith.

Lance knew Keith was still getting over the fever he’d had a few days before, so it wasn’t a surprise when he saw Keith grab some medicine before he headed to the dance studio. But Lance felt really guilty for not answering Kolivans call; he’d been getting gifts for everyone and he’d left his phone at home.

“He apparently passed out half way through the routine,” Shiro put in, dragging Lance out of his thoughts. Lance realized how cold it was outside and moved out of the way.

“Uh, c-come in...” He said awkwardly. Shiro carried Keith in, but Kolivan waited outside. He wanted to, “watch his car.” Shiro carried Keith to Keith and Lance’s bedroom and laid him on the bed with ease, careful not to wake him. When Keith was settled, he turned to Lance and said,

“If he’s any worse than this, I want you to call me immediately, got it?” Lance nodded violently. He thanked Shiro and watched him leave. He glanced back to Keith and sighed. The poor boy looked so drained of energy with the dark rings under his eyes and his caved in cheekbones, complimented by pale - well, paler than usual - skin and beet red blush in his cheeks. Lance sighed as he brushed back Keith’s hair, feeling his fevered forehead burn his hand. He winced and quickly went to the bathroom to grab a towel and thermometer. He came back to see Keith curled up on himself, groaning.

“Keith, babe, you okay?” Lance’s question was answered when Keith started dry heaving.

“Oh god, Okay! Okay, Keith, take it easy! It's okay, just breathe. You’re gonna be okay.” He dragged a trashcan over really quickly just as Keith leaned over it and threw up. Keith had started crying by now and Lance felt terrible. Lance knew Keith had Emetophobia, and he couldn’t handle the sound of someone else getting sick, let alone getting sick himself. Keith hurled again and Lance continued rubbing his back.

“Easy, Red. Easy, Keith. My god, okay, it's okay, babe, it's okay, i promise." After the fit was over, Keith laid his head on Lance’s lap, crying and holding his stomach.

“H-hurts...” Keith whimpered. Lance rubbed his head soothingly.

“I know, baby. I know. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Lance soothed him. Once Keith fell asleep again, he eased Keith’s head off his lap and onto the bed under him. He cleaned up around the room really quickly and went to grab Keith some tea or something to soothe his throat. Lance knew how badly Keith would’ve felt without having thrown up, but now his throat must’ve felt terrible. Lance walked back in and he saw the blanket kicked off Keith. He pulled the blanket back up onto Keith gently and kissed his forehead. Keith’s face felt hot, so he grabbed the cloth and placing it gently on Keith’s forehead. Keith groaned and moved his head, causing the cloth to slide off. Lance rolled his eyes.

“Keith, you need to keep that on you or I’m sticking you in the bath.” Lance said firmly. He attempted to put the cloth back on, but Keith buried his face into the pillow. It was Lances turn to groan.

“Keith, come on!” He said, annoyance rising in his tone. Keith whispered softly and Lance realized he must’ve been too loud. He sighed and moved Keith’s hair back.

“Just get some rest, okay, Red?” Keith nodded his head gently in response. Lance smiled and got up to leave, but he felt a light tug on the bottom of his sweater. He turned to see Keith almost out of the bed, loosely holding the end of Lance’s sweater. He started to fall forward, so Lance quickly had to turn and catch him.

“Woah, there, Samurai. Take it easy.” Keith whimpered as Lance put him back to bed. He muttered something inaudible to Lance.

“What was that?” He asked.

“S-stay... p-please... I-i don’t want t-to be a-alone again...” he whimpered. Lance let out a breath of air; he knew Keith had abandonment issues because his parents died and left him, as did many foster parents until he wound up with Shiro’s, who later adopted him. However, even with that, their father left them shortly after Keith’s adoption.

“Okay, babe. I’ll stay. I always will.” Lance whispered. He laid down next to Keith and they situated themselves like they had a few days before, with Keith’s fevered head laying gently against Lance’s chest and Lance’s arms wrapped around Keith in a comforting hug.

“Lance...?” He heard after a while.

“Hm?”

“Y-you’re not g-gonna leave me... a-are you?” Keith said, his voice cracking. He felt a few tears drop onto his shirt from Keith and he gave Keith a sad smile. Lance rubbed Keith’s arm soothingly.

“I would never leave you in a million years, babe. I love you too much to put you through that.” He responded, placing a gently kiss on top of Keith’s head as he heard Keith falling asleep. He played with Keith’s hair for a few moments before he too was swallowed by slumber.

Part 1

[the-vampire-artist]

Stop Lying, Let me Help Pt. 1 (Klance sickfic)

(Quick note: I don’t know what a college dorm looks like, so if any of this sounds inaccurate, don’t judge. I’m imagining it like two small bedrooms with very small bathrooms off them, and a hallway that leads to the Kitchen/hangout area. Warning: Angsty)

Keith laid his head against the rim of the toilet seat. He’d been throwing up for at least half an hour, and his stomach was killing him. Keith groaned as his stomach turned. He held his sides and closed his eyes. Keith heard footsteps shuffling around his room, which was right next to the bathroom. Seconds later, he heard the door open and a soft gasp.

“Keith, babe, what’s wrong?” Lance quickly came over and held Keith’s shoulder gently. Keith groaned again and gripped his sides tighter.

“I-I just felt n-nauseous. I-I’m fine.” Keith lied. He didn’t want to tell Lance he’d been throwing up because one, Keith had Midterms that day, and two, he didn’t like it when people worried about him. Keith propped his head up with his hands against his knees. He could feel his face burning in his hands. He got up and took off the jacket he’d had on. He’d been cold minutes ago, and he’d been on and off of feeling hot and cold while he’d been puking. He got up and started to exit the bathroom to grab some ibuprofen, but he was stopped by Lance, who spun him around. “Lance, p-please don’t do that. I s-still feel a little queasy.” Keith said weakly, holding his sides as a sneeze tickled his nose. Lance looked at him apologetically and said,

“Sorry. I’m just a little worried.” Keith could tell he wasn’t lying, because Lance’s forehead creased slightly whenever he was worried or nervous. Lance placed his hand against Keith’s forehead and his face dropped.

“Keith, I think you have a fever.” He said. Keith pushed his hand away and pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

“I’ll be fine. I-I’m just gonna get some medicilne.” Keith’s words slurred together slightly and he’d realized he messed up on saying medicine. “I-I mean medicine.” Lance didn’t smile at my mistake like he normally would. He gave Keith a concerned frown instead.

“Keith, are you sure you’re okay?” Lance asked. Keith smiled and nodded. He turned and went down the hall so he could grab the pills. His vision blurred slightly as he tried to read the instructions. He hadn’t taken ibuprofen in forever, or medicine for that matter, so he didn’t exactly remember how many he had to take. His vision switched the number for hours in between doses and how many he had to take. He was supposed to take 2 every 6 hours, but he read it as 6 every 2 hours. He knew that wasn’t right, but he took 4 instead. His world immediately felt tipsy, but he shook it off. He felt a strong pair of hands grab the sides of his arms and held him straight.

“Keith, are you one-hundred percent sure you’re okay? Because if you’re not, i can call us out and you can take your midterm when you’re better.” Keith just nodded.

“I-I’m fine.” Keith shook off the dizziness and grabbed his bags. “I only have Trig a-and A-art today. I-I’ll be fine.” Lance looked at him, knowing Keith was lying, but not acknowledging it.

“Fine. But the minute you don’t feel good, call me. I only have Third Period, so I’m home all day.” He told him as he watched Keith walk out their dormitory door. Lance walked over and flopped onto their couch and watched chic flics.

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Lance opened his eyes to the sound of his phone buzzing. It was Pidge. Pidge had first period with Hunk and Keith. Why were they calling him?

Keith…

“Shit, shit, SHIT!” Lance stumbled off the couch and his phone slid off the table. Lance answered and heard a sigh of relief come from the other end on top of Hunk’s panicked voice. “Pidge, what’s up?”

“Something’s wrong with Keith.” Pidge said. Their voice was shaking. That’s not like Pidge at all.

“What’s wrong?”

“He-Hunk, give me back my freaking phone!” Pidge’s voice was cut off by the sound of Hunk’s panicked one.

“LANCE GET OVER HERE NOW!!! YOUR BOYFRIEND’S NOT RESPONDING TO US!!!” Lance’s heart stopped.

“What…?” Lance was already up with his Jacket on and walking out the door.

“Hunk, gimme that! you’re gonna give him a god damn panic attack!” Lance heard Pidge trying to take the phone back from Hunk. They eventually succeeded. “Keith collapsed when we were walking outside and he’s now sitting on a bench, holding his head and not talking.” Lance tripped over his feet and jogged down the hall.

“Where?” Pidge immediately understanding what he meant.

“Left courtyard, bench in front of the cherry blossom.” Lance knew where that was; it was where he had asked Keith out for the first time.

“Five minutes at most.” Lance hung up and bolted. Being an athlete, it helped his time. Lance got there in two minutes at least. When Lance saw Pidge and Hunk, his heart felt a pang of pain. Pidge was sitting next to Keith, Hunk on the other side of him. Keith was curled over his knees and he was shaking. Hunk was rubbing his back up and down, and Pidge was trying to make him feel better. Pidge noticed Lance first.

“Lance, thank god. He’s still not talking.” Pidge said. Their eyes were filled with worried tears. Lance squatted in front of Keith and ran a hand through his hair.

“Heyy, Keithy. Are you okay?” He got a faint head nod, and Pidge and Hunk, though both knowing he was lying, just softly smiled at each other. The two of them combined didn’t get that much out of Keith after being with him for fifteen minutes, and Lance got it out of him in a matter of seconds. Lance was special, to say the least. Lance sighed and gently ran his fingers through Keith’s hair.

“Come on. Let’s get back to our dorm.” Keith shook his head and Lance looked to Pidge for advice.

“He hasn’t wanted to move at all.” Pidge told him. Lance sighed and tried to lift Keith’s face up so he could look him in the eyes. When he did, though, he felt wet, hot tears rolling down his boyfriend’s cheek. Lance raised Keith’s face and saw that he was crying. His face looked pained and his lower lip trembled.

“Oh, baby…” Lance said. Keith’s face definitely felt hotter than it had that morning. “Come here.” Lance pulled Keith up and helped him stay upright. Keith depended on Lance for support and Lance said,

“I’m just gonna take him back to our dorm. Do either of you have next period off?” He knew Shiro or Allura usually would have third off, but Allura was studying abroad for the week, and Shiro had a job application during his third period today.

“I have classes all day. I mostly have midterms and shit like that.” Pidge said. “I’ll stop by once my classes are over for the day, though.”

"I have Culinary Arts that period, but I’m free after lunch if you need me.” Hunk replied. Lance just sighed and looked down at Keith. He looked terrible.

“Okay, I’ll just have him rest when I’m gone then. Thanks anyways.” Keith groaned softly under his breath and Lance took that as a sign that he wanted to leave. “I think our sickie over here wants to go back. I’ll see you guys later.” And with that, Lance helped Keith walk back to their dorm. On the way, Keith groaned and fell forward.

“Woah, Keith!” Lance caught him in kinda a side hug. Keith’s face showed nothing but pain and exhaustion. Lance sighed and scooped his boyfriend into his arms bridal style and carried him the rest of the way to their dorm. He struggled to open the door at first, but eventually got it and set Keith down on his bed. Lance brushed aside Keith’s bangs and felt the heat radiating from his face.

“Keith, you’re skin’s really warm.” Keith groaned in response. Lance got up, grabbed a thermometer, and quickly hustled back to Keith. When he got there, Keith was curled up in a ball on his side. His knees were to his chest and his arms crossed his stomach. There was a faint pink blush across his face and Lance felt terrible just looking at him.

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you go to class. Open up.” He said, poking Keith’s lower lip with the end of the thermometer. Keith obeyed relatively faster than he normally would, and after a few seconds, the thermometer read 102.6. “Jeez, Keith, you’ve got a fever.” Lance’s phone buzzed, signaling he had fifteen minutes to get to his third period. He rolled his eyes and placed a cool washcloth on Keith’s forehead. “Get some rest, babe. Hopefully you’ll be better when you wake up. I’m going to class, but I’ll be back soon with some medicine, okay?” Keith nodded slightly in response. Lance smiled down at him and kissed his head before he left for class.

Keith waited a moment before shakily getting up and hurriedly shuffled to the bathroom. Once over the toilet, he threw up for the hundredth time that day alone. He leaned against the back wall after he felt like his stomach wasn’t going to come out of his mouth and closed his eyes. The tiles felt so cool against his burning skin, he thought it would be okay to close his eyes for just a minute.

Lance’s class times were usually two hours each. He left the dorm at 9:15 and got back at almost noon. The pharmacy was close to the dorms, but not the gym. Plus, there were fifteen million people in that small pharmacy. Lance was still dumbfounded by how many students could fit into that small space. When Lance returned, he quietly crept into Keith’s room, only to find him not there.

“Keith?” Lance noticed the bathroom light was on, unlike when he left. He opened the door and his heart did a double backflip. Against the wall was Keith, his head slumped over to the side. His skin was sickly pale besides a bright red blush across his face.

“Oh my god, KEITH!!” Lance ran up to him and tried to see what was wrong. Keith’s face was beaded with sweat and his breathing was uneven. His face looked pained and he was lightly gripping his sides.

“Keith, are you okay? What happened?” Keith groaned softly and buried his head into Lance’s leg. “Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?” Keith opened his eyes slightly and saw Lance looking down at him.

“L-Lance…?” Keith’s voice was was too weak for anyone’s comfort. “wh-what are you d-doing back? I-I thought y-you had c-class…” Keith laid weakly against Lance.

“Keith, class ended half an hour ago… Oh my god - how long have you been passed out here?!” Keith cupped his mouth and leaned over the toilet as he threw up. Lance stared at Keith for a second, but quickly scooted closer and rubbed a hand against Keith’s back. Once Keith’s head rose a little, Lance felt Keith’s forehead. He winced; Keith’s skin was burning. “Hold on, I’ll be right back with a thermometer.” Lance got up, grabbed the thermometer, and came back. When he walked through Keith’s bedroom door, he could hear gagging again. He sighed and walked in to see Keith leaned over the seat again. His hair started falling into his face, so Lance put the thermometer down and sat behind Keith, holding his hair back. Keith groaned and laid his head on the rim of the seat. He looked terrible.

“My god, babe, you’re sick.” Keith nodded and felt his head spinning. He started to fall to the side. Lance quickly had to grab him before he hit his head onto the tile floor. The younger boy felt too light for his height, almost as if he’d lost a lot of weight, which he most likely had, but…

“Keith, when was the last time you ate?” Keith groaned softly, thinking back.

“U-umm… t-Tuesday?”

“Holy crap - Keith, it’s Friday. You mean to tell me you haven’t eaten in three days and you’re extremely sick?” Keith shifted and turned into Lances chest. Lance sighed and brushed Keith’s bangs aside; his face was burning to the touch. Lance turned Keith so he could face him, holding him up with one hand and holding the thermometer up with the other.

“Keith, I need you to open your mouth for a minute. I need to take your temperature.” Keith didn’t move, instead he sat against Lance’s chest. His face looked pained and his hair stuck to his forehead. Lance pushed it aside and poked Keith’s mouth with the tip of the thermometer. Keith’s lips moved open a little, but just enough to stick the thermometer in his mouth. After a few seconds, it beeped and Lance looked at the numbers. 103.5. Lance sighed. “Keith, you’re on fire.”

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VLD whumpmas day 1: Fever (Keith)

(It’s a day early but I don’t have enough time to post tomorrow so Yee) @vldwhumpmas2017

Keith felt terrible when he woke up. His head spun and everything hurt. He immediately entered a coughing fit as he sat up. He groaned and started to get ready for the day when there was a knocking at the door.

"Keith, you in there?" Lance’s familiar voice echoed through the door. Keith started to say he was getting ready, but he stopped himself, feeling another coughing fit coming up.

"-'m i-in here-" he couldn't hold the cough back and started coughing until his lungs hurt. When the fit stopped, he could barely hear Lance open the door. Keith was still shirtless, but he was okay with Lance walking in. They were dating, after all; they'd seen each other topless multiple times. Neither of them were phased by it anymore, however Keith jumped a little when a cold hand touched the skin of his shoulder. That only made the coughing worse.

"Crud, sorry. Didn't realize how cold my hands were. He said. Keith came up with a clever comeback.

"No, you’re pretty hot to me." He smiled weakly and rubbed his eyes. He could sense the disgust and confusion coming from Lance.

"Keith, was... was that a pun?" He said. Keith smiled tiredly. He felt a cool hand touch his forehead and a sigh following after. "Nothing serious, but you have a low fever. 100 at most. Get some sleep, babe. I’ll take over decorating when I get back from shopping." Keith shook his head.

" 'm fine." His words slurred slightly. Everything spun and he couldn't focus, but he didn't want to worry Lance. He rubbed his forehead. " 'll be down in a minute." Lance wanted to protest, but Pidge called him down before he could. He was supposed to get a tree with her and Matt along with Shiro, Matt’s boyfriend and Keith’s older brother. He turned to Keith and said,

"Just Take It easy today, got it?" Keith nodded in response, smiling weakly at Lance. He smiled back and walked down the hall, and Keith turned back to his room, sighing. Take it easy. Yeah, that shouldn't be too hard.

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Apparently, "taking it easy" isn't in Keith's vocabulary. Instead of resting like he knew he should've, he spent the entire afternoon decorating the house. He felt like everything was spinning, but he knew he wanted to surprise lance when he got back. He kept thinking these thoughts repeatedly when it felt like something came up from behind him and punched him in the back, pushing him to the ground. Keith let out a sharp gasp as his knees hit the ground as he gripped his shirt. Everything felt like it was on fire. Keith thought he was gonna die until heard an ever-so familiarly flirtatious voice call out,

"Keith, what are you doing?" The tree lights shut down, and so did Keith. As Lance rushed over to him, Keith felt everything spin before it all went dark.

Lance had picked up the vibe Keith wasn’t feeling well that day, but he didn’t think it was this bad. He sat in front of Keith and tried to get him to wake up. Keith didn't; he just laid limply in his arms.

"Keith, Keith, buddy. You gotta wake up. Come on, dude." Lance said frantically. Keith didn’t respond; his eyes were rolled into his head and almost closed. His breathing was uneven and his face was paled except for a bright red brush across his cheeks. Lance placed a hand against Keith’s forehead only to pull it back in a wince.

“Jesus, Keith- you’re burning.” Keith groaned and buried his head into the crook of Lances shoulder. Lance winced at the heat coming off of Keith. “Babe, why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Keith shrugged in response, laying semi-consciously against lance. He sighed and picked up Keith, carrying him to the couch. He would’ve carried him to their bedroom, but he didn’t want to risk tripping on one of the steps and dropping Keith. He placed Keith on the couch and went to grab a thermometer and some medicine. While he was, however, he heard Keith starting to whimper in his sleep. He looked back and Keith was starting to get up off the couch. Lance rushed back to him with the medicine and thermometer.

“No you don’t. You’re staying here.” He protested, gently pushing Keith’s shoulders down.

“Wh-what...” Keith’s voice slurred. His eyes looked fevered and glossy, and his face was bright red.

“Here,” Lance said, pointing the thermometer towards Keith’s lips. “Open.” Keith moved away initially, but after a while, his lips slowly parted. Lance sighed as he stuck the thermometer under Keith’s tongue. He holds it there in fear of it falling out of Keith’s mouth and not getting an accurate temperature, but soon it beeps softly. Lance took it and nearly did a double-take.

“103.7. Jeez, Baby, you’re running a really high fever.” He says softly. Keith groaned and shifted his weight, which caused him to start coughing roughly into the blanket Lance had draped onto him. Lance rubbed his shoulder as the coughing fit ended.

“I don’d feel so good...” Keith muttered. Lance brushed the hair out of his face and said,

“I know, babe. It’s okay. Just get some rest.” Keith was nodding off before Lance even finished, but woke up with a jolt when a cold chill ran down his spine, causing him to start trembling.

“T-too c-c-cold-d...” Keith said, his teeth chattering violently. Lance looked at him with sorry eyes; he felt terrible for his boyfriend. That’s when the idea dawned on him.

“Here, scooch your boosh.” He said, getting a muted laugh from Keith as he shifted over a little. Lance laid down next to Keith and after a minute, the two were in a comfortable position with Keith’s head resting against Lance’s chest and Lances arms wrapped soothingly around Keith.

“Better?” Lance asked. Keith snuggled closer to him and whispered,

“Better.” As he drifted off to sleep. Lance played with Keith’s hair for a bit before kissing his forehead and whispering,

“Feel better, babe.” As he too fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Day 6: Flu (Keith)

@vldwhumpmas2017

Keith felt sick. His stomach felt like it was twisting in on itself and he felt like he was melting under his hoodie, yet ice cold when he took it off. He groaned and turned to his side, only to have a wave of nausea wash over him. He was sitting on the couch at Matt and Pidge’s house for their Christmas party, and all of their friends were there, including him and Lance.

“Keith? You okay?” Lance asked. Keith must’ve looked worse than he thought.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine.” He responded. Lance sat down next to him, holding two plates of food.

“You need to eat something, Keith. You haven’t ate anything all day.” Lance said worriedly. Keith placed his head on Lance’s shoulder and sighed.

“J-just haven’t been hungry...” Keith said lowly. Everything spun and he closed his eyes for a second, only to open them a second later to a cold hand on his forehead.

“Keith, are you sure you’re okay? You feel kinda warm...” Lance said. Keith buried his face into Lance’s shoulder.

“ ‘m fine... Just ...tired...” Keith said, feeling a shallow weight on his chest and his eyes drooping shut. He placed his head onto Lance’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

“Get some rest, bud. It’s been a long week.” Lance said, rubbing his boyfriend’s shoulder as Keith dozed off into a restless sleep.

Keith thought he would be fine for the night, but his stomach had other ideas. He opened his eyes as a wave of nausea hit him. Lance stopped the conversation he had with Matt for a moment and looked down at Keith.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay?” Keith covered his mouth and got up, saying,

“I-I’ll Be r-right Back...” he quickly dashed to the bathroom, leaving a confused Lance behind him. He swung open the door and quickly shut it, then launched himself in front of the toilet, dry heaving into the bowl. He didn’t want to get sick, especially not at Pidge’s house, but his stomach felt so bad, and he was so hot, everything felt like it was blurred together. He groaned and placed his forehead against the seat, hugging his stomach. He wanted the pain to just leave. He hated the sound of others throwing up, much less actually vomiting himself. But his body wouldn’t have it. Keith felt his stomach jump into his throat and he clenched his jaw, gripping his stomach. He heard a faint knock on the door and someone say,

“Babe, you okay in there?” Keith grunted softly and said,

“Y-yeah-“ but he cut himself off due to the extreme wave of nausea that washed over him, causing his body to win over his fears and launching himself over the seat, dry heaving into the bowl until he actually threw up. He heard the door open and a light gasp come as he felt his stomach leap up and out of his mouth against his will. Keith let out a small whimper and held onto his stomach, resting his head against the rim of the seat. His stomach swirled mercilessly, and he almost threw up onto his lap, but he held it back with whatever will he had left. He felt a cold hand rub his back and an all too familiar voice say softly,

“It’s Okay, Keith. Let it out.” Keith whimpered as he threw up again, coughing as tears streamed down his face. Lance rubbed calming circles on his back as the vomiting fit continued for a few minutes. When Keith was done, his skin had lost its color and his face was reddened.

“Jesús, Keith. Usted está realmente enfermo.” Lance spoke in spanish, unable to be translated by a sick and dizzy Keith. Lance picked him up and was about to start carrying him, but Keith shook his head as he clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Okay, Okay. Easy, Keith.” Lance said, easing Keith back down as Keith pitched forward in the toilet, throwing up for what felt like the tenth time. Lance rubbed his back, hoping it would make his boyfriend feel better, though he knew there was nothing he could do against Keith’s Emetophobia. Keith was crying softly as he pitched himself forward again, bile rushing up his throat and out his mouth. Lance sighed.

“Lamento mucho que te sientas así, Keith. Ojalá hubiera más que pudiera hacer para ayudar.” He spoke. He brushed Keith’s hair back, feeling the scarily strong heat radiating off Keith’s face.

“You think you’re done?” He asked quietly. Keith groaned and nodded slowly. Lance helped him up after flushing the toilet and slowly lifted him up, careful not to shake him too much. He carried Keith out of the bathroom and started heading out, but not without getting some concerned looks from the others.

“What HAPPENED to him?!” Hunk yelled. Keith whimpered and buried his face into Lance’s chest; everything was so loud and echoey in his head and it hurt when he heard so many other voices. He whimpered and his face showed how much pain he was in, so Lance quietly shushed the others and rubbed Keith’s shoulder with his hand.

“Keith’s not feeling so hot, so I’m taking him home. I’m sorry we couldn’t stay longer.” Lance whispered loudly. The others accepted the fact that Lance and Keith weren’t gonna stay and said their goodbyes as Lance helped Keith into the car. He had him lie down in the backseat so he would hopefully feel less nauseous and he carefully started driving. At the first light they hit, Lance looked in the mirror to see Keith sound asleep in the backseat, his arms wrapped around his sides and laying his head on the seat behind Lance, using it as a pillow. He was sweating through his hoodie, and his face matched It’s color; his skin was ghostly pale against the bright red blush across his cheeks. Lance sighed and rubbed Keith’s leg from his seat.

“Please feel better, buddy. I hate seeing you like this.” He said silently as the light turned green. Lance continued driving, and the drive as smooth, until Lance heard whimpers coming from the back seat. He looked in the mirror and saw Keith was curled up onto himself, his arms wrapped tightly around his sides, and soon a hand flew to his mouth.

“L-lance... I-I think I-I’m g-gonna-“ Keith cut himself off with a gag, covering his mouth and clenching his jaw.

“mierda...” Lance muttered and quickly pulled over. He jumped out of the car and helped Keith out, only to have him fall to his knees once standing upright and dry heaving. Lance rubbed his back calmingly until Keith’s stomach finally gave in and Keith started throwing up. Lance sighed and held Keith’s mullet back as he heard small whines coming from Keith. Keith didn’t throw up after the first time, so Lance helped him back to the car. He sat him down to see Keith crying.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Lance asked, mentally smacking himself; he knew what was wrong, and it was Keith’s emeto kicking in. Or so he thought.

“I-I’m sorry... I-I ruined e-everything...” Keith cried. Lance stared at him for a second before wiping Keith’s burning cheek.

“Keith, what are you talking about? You didn’t ruin anything.” Lance said calmly, but that only seemed to get a worse reaction from a fevered-delusional Keith.

“I-I made us leave... I-I didn’t want t-to leave... I-I’m so s-sorry...” Keith cried, whimpers escaping his chest. Lance sighed and opened his arms.

“Oh, Keith. Come here.” Lance wrapped his arms around the shaking boy’s frame and felt Keith’s hands place on his back. He rubbed calming circles on Keith’s back and just let him sob, feeling his heated face bury into his shoulder. Soon, Keith was drifting off again, so Lance helped him lie back down and made sure he was okay before hopping back into the front seat. He was about to start driving when he heard Keith faintly call his name. He turned back and responded with a quiet hum, and Keith’s eyes were closing, but Lance heard him say,

“Thank you.” Before closing his eyes and falling into a restless sleep. Lance smiled and whispered,

“en cualquier momento, mi samurai.” Lance started the car again and the two started back for home, where Lance could properly care for Keith and give him all the cuddles he needed.

Translations:

⁃ Jesús, Keith. Usted está realmente enfermo = Jesus, Keith. You’re really sick.

⁃ Lamento mucho que te sientas así, Keith. Ojalá hubiera más que pudiera hacer para ayudar = I'm so sorry you feel that way, Keith. I wish there was more I could do to help.

⁃ mierda = shit.

⁃ en cualquier momento, mi samurai = Anytime, my samurai.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

[the-vampire-artist]

Day 4: Strep (Lance)

@vldwhumpmas2017

His throat felt like it was being ripped apart when Lance woke up in his bed. He looked over to Keith only to find him not there. He got up and tried to remember why Keith wasn’t with him at the moment. When he remembered, he mentally face palmed; he’d left Keith downstairs last night after they’d came home from Lance’s parents house. Keith had been feeling a little under the weather, so he decided to sleep downstairs because it was cooler down there than upstairs in their room. Lance went to look in the bathroom, just in case, but he found nothing. He checked some of the other rooms downstairs before attempting to call out for him.

“K-“ Lance started, but quickly cut himself off; his vocal cords felt like they were scratching his throat out. Lance figured it was just a waking up thing; he’d woken up with his throat feeling sore before. But this was a little different. Lance brushed it off and went to the Kitchen to grab some tea, only to find Keith fast asleep on the couch. He laughed to himself, only to find himself coughing. It hurt like hell, but he couldn’t stop. Keith stirred and woke up to see Lance standing behind the couch.

“Hey, Lance, are you okay? That cough doesn’t sound good.” He asked. Lance smiled once the short fit was done, and tried to say “I’m fine,” but it came out as barely a whisper.

“‘M fine...” Lance whispered silently. Keith’s face contorted to concern as he looked Lance up and down. He looked fine from the shoulders down, but beyond that, his tan skin had a soft pink to his cheeks, and his throat looked a little red. Keith placed a hand on Lance’s forehead to only sigh.

“Low Fever. And you have a nasty rash on your throat. I think you might’ve gotten strep from something.” He said calmly. Lance rolled his eyes as if to say, “I’m fine,” but Keith shushed him.

“Ap! Zip. You’re not fine and you know it, so let me take care of you.” Lance sighed and nodded. Keith smiled and sat Lance on the couch. “Stay here for a sec.” Lance obliged as Keith ran off to get a damp washcloth, water, and some throat drops. He returned to find Lance sat in the same spot he’d left him in.

“Here. Drink something. I have some throat drops for you when you want ’em, and a cloth for your fever.” He said, handing Lance the water bottle. Lance nodded and took a sip, only to cough it up moments later, placing a hand to his neck.

“H-hurts...” Lance’s voice was raw with pain, but at least he could speak now.

“Look who found their voice.” Keith said playfully. Lance rolled his eyes and flopped back onto the couch.

“Want some throat drops?” Keith said, waving the bag up. “They’re cherry, cause I know you hate the honey-licorice ones.” Lance nodded and popped one into his mouth.

“Th’nks...” he whispered.

“No problem, but try going on vocal rest for an hour or two; it’ll help your throat. That’s what I usually do before plays and shit.” Keith laughed. Lance smiled and nodded. He grabbed the remote and waved it, hoping Keith understood what he meant. Keith, being a good boyfriend and remembering what they usually did, nodded and asked,

“which movie is it this time?” Lance smirked and turned on Netflix, searching for the movie that would bring him laughing had he not had strep. He pressed play and Keith face palmed.

“My Dad is Scrooge? For real?” Keith laughed. “Didn’t you say you started crying last time you saw this?” Lance shrugged and tried to say something, but remembered how badly it hurt his throat. So he got up from the couch and grabbed a whiteboard and marker from the cabinet and wrote down,

“No, I said it’ll make you cry.” Keith laughed.

“Yeah, no. I’m not a crier. Especially not during movies.” Lance rolled his eyes and they watched the movie. Keith did wind up coming close to tears at one point, but he held them back. Lance had fallen asleep and once the movie ended, Keith got up, pulled the blanket onto Lance and kissed his forehead.

“Sweet dreams, my sharpshooter.”

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[the-vampire-artist]

Okay but imagine Keith getting really sick out of the blue

He'd try to wait it out and tell everyone he was fine until their either coming back from a mission or training and he passes out in front of them all

Everyone would be crazily worried for him, but Lance would be the most worried

Lance would take care of Keith the most even though Keith would deny help whenever he could

Keith would eventually wind up falling asleep on Lance's shoulder and Lance would kiss his hot forehead and fall asleep too

I'm just saying, everyone could see this