Hi! Can you write 13 for Keith? (cuz he's my babe.)
13 from [this list]: running a 39/102 fever
surprise, this is my first time writing a character with the flu since 2013 *jazz hands*
i guess you could say i’ve avoided it like the plague? but anyways, i hope it’s okay. pre-relationship college au klance.
(also, this was supposed to be ~100 words. instead it ended up being a long unstylized wreck.)
The door swings open. Keith doesn’t bother to change; he drops his backpack onto the ground, kicks off his shoes, stumbles down the hallway. It’s been a long day. He’s going to sleep.
His bedroom is an entire fifteen feet away from the door, which isn’t that far, all things considered. Except, a few steps forward are enough to send his vision swimming, and he has to lean onto a wall because his legs aren’t enough to support him on their own.
His head is pounding and everything’s too hot, too bright. God, he really needs sleep. Maybe two all-nighters in a row wasn’t the best idea. If only he could just get to the damn bed.
He staggers forward, one hand gripping the wall so hard his knuckles are turning white. The floor is cool and nice and a nice alternative for his bed, he thinks. He contemplates laying down right then and there and going to sleep.
Except, then the fifteen feet are over, and he’s leaning heavily against the doorframe to his room, energy sapped. He takes a few steps and practically collapses face-first onto the bed, not bothering to properly pull the covers over himself.
His phone is still in his hoodie pocket, and it’s getting crushed by his weight. Heaving a sigh, Keith pulls the device from his pocket and sets it on the nightstand beside him, not bothering to look up. He’ll skip class tomorrow, he guesses.