here we go again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
this is based off of this hc that I read! So go read that first!! Anyways, hope you enjoy this little snippet!!
Shiro had sent out Lance and Keith to scavenge the Galra ship because apparently, “You both work great together,” and “It will be an easy task.” And of course, Lance wasn’t about to object with him. So, Keith and him, entered the Galra ship expecting no ambushes. How was he to know that the Galra had a trick up their sleeves?
“Why is it so quiet?” Lance whispered.
“I mean aren’t we supposed to be fighting at least a few Galra?”
“Lance! Just be quiet. I’m trying to concentrate,” Keith grumbled.
Lance wasn’t feeling it. This ship gave him the creeps. And every turn they took caused his danger-alarm to go off. He had tried to tell Keith that they should go back and maybe come back with the whole crew, but that damn
beautiful stubborn idiot would not listen. So here they were, turning yet again at another seemingly empty hall.
“I think that we should-” Lance stopped.
“Holy quiznack.” Keith whispered as he took in the sight before them. There, at the end of the hall, were about two dozen Galra soldiers fully armed with their weapons pointing at them.
“Lance?” Keith managed to squeak out.
“Yeah?” Lance quietly replied.
Both paladins took off sprinting as the Galra began firing. They had managed to put a good distance between them and the Galra when Lance was hit by a bright purple laser. The shot pierced through his body and he fell limp onto the floor. (Lance could’ve sworn he passed out for a few seconds there.)
Instantly, Keith was there looking for any signs of blood or cuts. There were none.
“Dammit Lance! This is not the time to be tripping!” Keith barked. Lance whimpered.
“Come on, stand up! We need to get away quickly. This is no time to be joking.” Keith hissed as he pulled Lance onto his feet, unknowingly making Lance’s pain increase as he was dragged forward.
Lance had to admit that it was not Keith’s fault for treating him like that. There was no visible wounds or blood that would show how truly hurt he was. But damn was he trying his hardest to fight the pain and keep up with Keith.
His vision began to get blurry and his breathing became uneven. He didn’t know how long he could keep running.
“Keith…” he gasped. “Lets hide, please.“
"Good idea.” Keith quickly replied as he opened a door and led Lance inside.
The room was dark and Lance couldn’t make out anything. He was trying to find the wall when a sharp pain went through his lungs and he fell down gasping for air. This time Keith made no move towards.
It took him a few minutes to control his breathing and once he did Lance murmured, "Keith, I think I’m dying.“