Keith was fine.
Lance didn't believe it. C'mon, Keith looked liked he never got any sleep. And he looked liked never ate. Now that Lance thought of it, he hadn't seen him eat in a while.
"I'm fine." He insisted everyday.
Lance didn't buy it. Now...
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Keith's POV
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I did not expect to wake up in a black tent. I did not expect to wake up with Lance sleeping next to me. I did not expect to actually wake up.
Lance was under the covers, facing me with the most calm face I had ever seen. I didn't expect to blush.
He was only a few inches away from me, his breaths tickling my face. I stared at his chocolate like skin for a few seconds before I touched his face.
He made a small sound but stayed in the same position.
I sighed a little, I knew I probably wake him up. Lance wasn't actually being annoying for once, though. I unconsciously stroked his hair, running my long, bony finger through his thick brown locks.
I smiled a little, his hair being so soft.
Lance moaned a little and shuffled, making another soft sound as I ran my fingers through his hair. I blushed even more.
Sitting up, I stretched until my back popped.
I placed a hand on Lance's shoulder and I shook him, "Lance, wake the hell up." I ordered, putting my cold voice on.
He rolled over, "Mmmph.... Two... M-more.... Min-...." He started to drift off again making me roll my eyes.
I leaned down and rested my chin on his stomach, "Lannncceeeeee, wakeeeeeyy wakeeyyyyyy."
He suddenly sat up, making me sit up trying not to be shoved into his crotch.
"Ke-Keith!" I shouted and threw his arms around me warmly. At first, I didn't respond but then I pushed him away, shrugging away his arms, "why were you sleeping with me?"
Lance blushed at my choice of words but I didn't correct myself, "Pidge said someone should watch you just in case you woke up. You looked liked you were having a nightmare so I went to check on you and you..."
"And I?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You pulled me in. I couldn't leave because you were grabbing me and I fell asleep." He shrugged.
My face probably looked like a tomato, "how long have I been out?"
"Two days and two nights."
I rubbed my stomach as it growled, "two days two ni- ah sh*t. Is everyone ok?"
