Perdóname (Klance Angst)

17

Keith woke with a start, groaning at the sudden pain of his body moving. He slumped back into bed and closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain by gripping the sheets.

"Keith?" A voice asked and Keith opened his eyes, to see Shiro standing up from a chair in the corner of his room. He made his way over to the bed, resting his hands on the rail. His wolf was positioned at the end of his bed, looking at him happily.

"How are you feeling?" Shiro asked. Keith furrowed his brow.

"I hurt. But where am I?"

"The Garrison's hospital" Shiro replied and Keith knew that he was right. He looked around and saw the unused morphine dropper to his left and the orange and white hospital uniform he was wearing. The bed had railings to keep him contained and there was furniture around the room to accommodate for family and friends. He also noticed the drawn curtains, the setting sun's light poking through. "You and Lance have been in the ICU after Lance killed Sendak and Haggar. The robeast was also destroyed with the energy that knocked you all unconscious" Shiro continued. At those words, every blurry memory came back to Keith about what had happened: how he had been thrown, how he had heard Lance's yells and screams, how Lance had gingerly held him as he was fading in and out of consciousness, and how Lance had doubled over, coughing up blood.

This memory jump-started him and Keith sat up in his bed again with a groan, pushing the pain away as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Shiro placed a hand on Keith's shoulder, pushing him back down into a sitting position.

"You can't go anywhere Keith. You aren't well enough" Shiro said, his voice worried.

"I don't care" Keith retorted, pushing off Shiro's hand. "Take me to Lance."

"Keith, he hasn't woken up yet" Shiro said solemnly, still standing in his way.

"I don't care" Keith said more sternly. "Take me to Lance. I'll stay there until he wakes up. No exceptions." Shiro searched his eyes and sighed, backing away from Keith. Keith stood up and his legs immediately gave out, Shiro catching him before he hit the ground. Keith regained his footing and took a few steps forward, hobbling as he did so. His legs were completely bandaged from the fight, making his movement limited. He then got the strength to let go of Shiro and Shiro led him down the hallway to the next door.

Shiro opened the door and Keith froze in shock at the sight before him.

Lance was passed out like Shiro had said, but he had wires and tubes plugged into him everywhere as if he were some sort of robot. The IV was stuck into his arm while an oxygen tube hung in his nose. He had dark circles under his eyes and scrapes along his face, chest, and arms. A bandage was wrapped around his head and his hospital uniform was loose around his shoulders. His shirt was otherwise open, showing his chest that was wrapped alongside his abdomen. The blankets he had were pulled up to his chest, the likes of which rose and fell slowly. The machine to the right beeped as his heart thrummed, the sound the only other indication of him being alive. The dark room made the situation seem hopeless but the mere thought of Lance being alive meant the universe to Keith.

Keith, stepping out of his trance, slowly crossed the room, sitting down on the edge of Lance's bed as Shiro closed the door and stood by it. Keith, his feelings jumbled, stared down at Lance's serene face in awe and shock. He reached forward slowly, grimacing, and linked hands with Lance's resting hand which was closest to him. Feeling Lance's warm touch was enough to put him over the edge.

Emotion flooded over him like a wave and surged up through his chest, clenching his throat and causing tears to spill over on his cheeks. He gasped for air as a sob escaped him, closing his eyes in a mix of regret and relief as he caressed Lance's hand. He leaned down and rested his forehead on the bed near their hands and cried. He slowly moved Lance's limp hand and kissed the back of it, rubbing his thumb over it. He closed his eyes tight, a fresh wave of tears washing over his face. He replayed the events of the fight in his mind and all of the precious memories he and Lance had made together. He had fallen so much for this man and he couldn't believe that he had allowed Lance to hit the ground and hurt himself over Keith's broken promise first. This was all his fault, he thought, and he could not understand how Lance could ever forgive him. He was just glad he was alive, breathing, and in his arms.