There For You
Fuck titles honestly.
OKAY! For that one anon who wanted cheerleading langst!
I honestly didn’t made it THAT angsty, just…you know, small moments when you are vulnerable and feel bad, but he’s okay, the team and Keith arrive and patches him with love!
1.4k words so, read under the cut (:
Ps. I honestly didn’t beta’d so, pls excuse any mistakes on it! D: DONE RAMBLING. ENJOY.
Disclaimer; Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
It was a clean break.
Lance traces the cast around his foot, fingers barely touching it, almost as if afraid to make more damage.
He passes the white hard surface in what could be wonder, already imagining the colorful marked names of his squad and the ‘get well’ messages from both his team, friends and family that the entire cast will be decorated with as soon as he’s out of the hospital. A warm feeling travels inside him at the thought only to drop abruptly on his stomach in the last second, remorse and guilt replacing any of the warmth from the beginning.
Lance sighs, pushing his healthy leg up so he could be able to lean his elbow against his knee and rubs his face tiredly, dirt and sweat still covering his face. The brunet scoffs as he feels the dried tear tracks on his cheeks; he rubs them angrily, huffing annoyed.
The small ER room he’s inside in is quiet and it makes him even more anxious than when the doctor was putting the cast on his broken foot. He doesn’t like small places, that’s a given, but being in a cramped place plus sitting alone inside one with small to almost no way to move easily around, it’s worse.
It only makes him recall the voices from before; the taunting, the teasing, the mocking bombs that were thrown before the game and after half time. Lance can still clearly hear the Galra Squad’s laughter as he laid on the ground in pain even now.
The brunet takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to control the unleashed tears, and then he exhales shakily. He tries to recall Allura’s soothing voice as they carried him towards the ambulance.
“You haven’t ruined anything, Lance.” She had said, even before he had the chance to open his mouth, her voice strong and firmly, the very same way she shouts orders to the entire squad. Strong, caring and graceful like a captain should be. “Screw the competition and the entire contest; you are what is important, so hush now and focus on breathing through your nose, follow my lead.”
He barely had the time to look back at the field and catch Keith’s worried eyes, trying to break free from his coach’s hold, hand raised as if to reach him. Lance couldn’t even send him a reassuring smile before the door of the ambulance closed.
Hunk and Pidge had been by his side the entire ride to the ER. Both of the had left the bleachers as soon as he had fell to the ground. Hunk had been rambling about his newest robobeast that served pancakes in hopes to ease his mind and distract him enough from the gruesome sight of his broken foot and Pidge went on and on about the new updates she had made on Rover, the small robot that helped her win first place on the science convention from last year, making him laugh with small teasing and the newest memes.
It had helped, honest to God, it had; but the humiliation of his screw up in front of the entire school still lingered inside his mind. He had let down his school, his squad, his friends, his family and himself.
He had let the Galra squad get into his head. He let them poke and slash at his buried insecurities. He allowed them to distract him during their performance.
“You will never be good enough.” One of them had said, their words echoing inside his head like a broken record, “You don’t belong in the field. You will never be on the same level as Allura, you won’t ever accomplish anything.”
He had believed them.
Lance groans and lays back on the bed, rubbing his eyes stubbornly before moving his arms over his eyes, blocking any light around him.
He hears the door open a few minutes later and quiet soft footsteps make their way to his side. Lance limits himself to hum as a greeting, not bothering to remove his arm.
“Lay it on me Doc, I might never walk ever again or do cheerleading. I can take it.” He jokes, chuckling wetly under his breath but it comes out choked and forced.
The person besides him stays quiet and then suddenly, and arm grabs his wrist and lifts his arm from his eyes. Lance stares wide eyed at the sight of his boyfriend above him.
Keith stares right back at him unblinking, his navy blue eyes scanning every corner of his face before sighing and leaning down, lips pressing themselves above Lance’s dirty eyebrow.