2019 Voltron Whumptober Collection

22 Hallucination

Word Count: 1,240

Keith hurt.

His legs throbbed.

There were hands against him, pulling at his shoulders, there was a weight on his legs and he- he couldn't move his legs.

What- what happened?

He could remember the explosion, with so much vividry it hurt, but- with all his might, he couldn't remember what happened after the debris and dirt finally settled.

There was pain, there still was, he- he could feel it.

Something was wrong.

Something was hurt.

Damn, it could feel it.

His legs wouldn't work right.

They- they hurt.

And his chest he-

Something was in his chest.

Was he impaled?

What?-

"-eith. Come on..... -uddy, stay with me."

Who?-

His brain chose then to register where he was, that there were arms around him, pulling him from- somewhere, there were rocks digging into his side, something metal (cold) was pinned across his chest, sticking out of him, but his eyes wouldn't adjust and he couldn't see.

Keith's legs lit up with pain, pain, pain and he screamed.

Screamed so loud it hurt.

His legs hurt.

There was shouting then, shouting that wasn't his own as his he continued to be drug across the ground, debris and chunks and rock digging into his back as he was pulled out from- from somewhere.

There was a flash of purple, the feeling of something being cut away from the- the thing in his chest.

The weight trapped inside him lightened ever so slightly.

But-

He still couldn't move his legs.

He- he hurt.

Who?-

"Keith! Keith, are you with me?"

Dad?

He could hear the words through a haze, his father's voice meeting his ears and-

Was it-

Could it be-

"Dad?" He croaked, sight bleary but he could see him, he could see the black vest, the blurry grey of the undershirt, the brown hair, the background of a white/grey sky behind him.

It was his dad it was- it was his Pop.

His Pop was here.

There was more shouting then and moving, lots of moving, Keith's world spun as someone lifted his arms, hands slipping under his back and knees, and Keith cried out, fists clenching, eyes screwing shut as he was lifted into the air, strong arms cradling around him as his legs throbbed and his chest hurt.

He could smell it as he was pulled up to his father's chest, the smell of smoke and desert rain, the scent of his dad, the scent of home.

Keith fell back into the void of focus and he squirmed a bit in the hold, gasping as his chest ached again, something warm and wet traveled down his side, making his skin crawl, as his legs refused to respond to his wishes.