Keith stayed still as Shiro worked on him, “Fine.”, he wasn’t above complaining. “I did.” he moved a little to let Shiro see he wasn’t lying, “Bigger pieces don’t stay in when you run yourself though a window.”
Shiro stopped and blinked, comprehending. He calmly leaned back up, dug out some forceps and a small light. He flipped Keith over onto his stomach and sat down directly over his hips. “Hmm, bad choice of words. Now you’re going to sit still until I know you’re not full of glass and other fun things.”










