Prompt: I’m absolutely cool with anything sick Lance related lmao. I’m a slut for that Lance whump
A/N: Just giving Lance a causal fever/ cold for starters :) Also, ending this on some platonic cuddling w/ Hunk because honestly, who can resist?
It was a burn that coursed through his skin. In moments of quiet, Lance almost felt like he could hear the crackling of a fire. In moment of clarity, re realized that was his own dry throats breathing.He was sick. Gross and sweaty and isolated to his room.
The Princess and Coran, they had no immunity to earth illnesses which meant Lance couldn’t leave his room. At all.
Keith too was stuck in his room, sweating out his own fever and sucking back his own snot. Of course, he separated himself from the others days before Lance had gotten sick so for all Lance knew, the mullet could be walking the halls already, doing, stuff. And things!
It wasn’t fair! Somehow.
He’d- Lance would definitely get back at Keith for this. He’d do it when he wasn’t so tired and gosh. When the temperature in this castle wasn’t so unbearably hot!
This couldn’t just be him either. No, Lance never got high fevers. He was probably just overreacting. If he had something to drink, he’d probably cool right down.
Lance turned over to reach for his glass of water-
Right, there weren’t even nightstands here. And no one gave him water either. His team was the absolute worst at caretaking.
Lance couldn’t remember falling asleep. What he did remember was how parched his throat had been. Now it felt like he could drown in his own mucus.
The boy sat up, and reached to the end of his bed, he could have sworn there what some sort of fancy shmancy alien tissue down there-
Now there was icky snot all over his hands.
He sneezed again, then once more. Vaguely he remembered an advertisement on tv for embroidered handkerchiefs that boasted about how all buyers could get three handkerchiefs for the price of one if they’d call in the next 30 minutes.
Lance lied back down, snot cooling on his hands and felt a lump near his spine.
He’d found the handkerchief. How’d it even get there?
After he’d wiped his clammy hands clean, Lance fell asleep again. This time in a much thrashyier fashion. Lance’s long limbs jolted out awkwardly when he shifted, his blanket and sheets pushed around the bed with each movement. It was an uncomfortable and restless sleep that lasted no longer than an hour.
This time, Lance woke slowly, first his eyes cracking open, and then his legs twitching him awake before he fell unconscious again. Momentarily afterwards, Lance became aware of his own breathing. His mouth was parted widely and with each congested breath, a low and breathy, ‘guh’ sound fell from his mouth.
Lance’s mind was fuzzy as well. He could barely remember where the clock was so he could see the time. When his eyes finally met the shiny face of the clock, his eyebrows twitched. Hunk had said something about dropping off food around now… right?
That did happen?
It was happening.
Hunk had just made his way to the hallway outside Lance’s room when the thought crossed Lance’s mind.
As Hunk came to Lance’s door, his face morphed into one of worry.
“Hey, uh, buddy? Are you alright in there?” From the hallway, Hunk heard loud and labored breathing.
There was a wet sounding cough and a small affirmation. Hunk let himself in when he heard nothing afterwards.
“h-ey.” Lance seemed to croak. “is that food?”
Hunk nodded, though Lance only saw it faintly.
“ You don’t sound all that good, Lance.” Hunk stated plainly.
“really?” Lance coughed. “my face is so plugged up i can’t really tell.’’ Lance began to sit up while asking, “ is Keith out yet?”
“Yeah, he left his room for dinner. Shiro is making him skip training tomorrow but after that he’ll probably be back to normal.”
Hunk chuckled while Lance pouted but then handed him a bowl full of food goo.
Lance made quick work of his small portion, then gulped down his provided water, realizing how hot he was. When the pouch was empty, he pressed it to his neck, feeling the condensation on his sweat damp skin.
Hunk of course, saw this. I mean, he was wasn’t blind.
“You hot?” he asked.
Lance smirked. “You know it.”
‘’No, seriously. How bad do you feel?”
“Less than well.” Lance conceded with a ‘guh’
The back of Hunk’s plush hand found Lance’s forehead, an overly warm surface but not dangerously so. Lance was surprised to find himself leaning into his friend’s palm ever so slightly. The two of them got closer, before Hunk made himself comfortable sitting on Lance’s bed.
“Wanna hear a secret?”
“Sure.” Lance said languidly, resting his head against his best friend’s thigh. Hunk’s hand nestled its way into Lance’s sweaty hair. God, that fever was raging.
“I,” Hunk started. “Was the one that got you and Keith sick.”
Lance stilled for a moment then shrugged.
“At least you got Keith sick…guh”
A/N: GOOD GOSH IM LATE! I am so sorry,it seems that the plan never goes according to plan. I know it ended suddenly and I’m sorry for that.
Still, I hope you enjoyed. @taylor-tut