It's A State Of Matter.
Ask by @anxiety–offical : …..“write a thing like, lance gets hurt in battle and he doesn’t tell the team. so they come back and lance is like dying,, everyone panics and rushes him to the med bay, but he refuses to go in a healing pod. he dies surrounded by the team, and everyone is crying”….. —
TW: major character death
“Alright, does everyone understand the plan?” Shiro asked, voice hushed and he was crouched amongst the rest of Team Voltron. They were hidden away in one of the many corridors of the Galra ship.
Keith nodded, “I go first, scout around and shoot and sentries I see.” He glanced at Pidge.
The green paladin spoke up, “Once he rounds the corner, I go down that hall…” She pointed behind her shoulder with her thumb, “…and make it to the control room. Once I get in, I connect our trackers to the map of the ship, and will warn you all of any danger approaching.”
Shiro nodded, looking at Hunk.
“I go behind Keith, and defend him from behind but only keep him in my vision a little. I hide the century bodies.”
Shiro nodded, “I’ll go and look for where Lotor is keeping himself hidden, based on Allura and Coran’s calculations, he should be in Zarkons bedroom.”
Lance licked his lips, “And I stay at the exit right? Guard it and have it ready for when you guys get back?”
He couldn’t help but know in his mind that his job was possibly the simplest, and definitely the most boring. Lance wasn’t actually helping majorly.
The blue paladin was met with unanimous nods, and he sighed with a smile. “I’ll keep it nice and warm for you guys.”
Shiro nodded once, getting up and glanced into their hall. “Coast is clear, Keith, head out.”
And that was how the mission started.
One by one, everyone left to fulfill their important role on this mission, and Lance was left to struggle behind.
“Guard the exit, yup, that’s exactly what my paladin ancestor had in store for me.” He started down the hallway towards the way they had come in, and the way they would exit.
“Lance McClain, sharp shooter, ladies man, guarding an exit?” He rolled his eyes, adjusting his bayard and rounded a corner to halt at the door.
Standing here would get boring way to quickly. Lance doubted any centuries even came by over here, it was so quiet.
With silence, came time for thoughts.
Frankly, when you’re in the middle of a mission that you have no significance in, those thoughts tend to wander off a dark road.
Even Hunks role seemed more worthwhile, no offense to his best friend or anything. He was Keiths guard! That was cool! Keith wasn’t like a door, doing absolutely nothing.
The Cuban started to wonder what it possibly could have been that he had done, to make Shiro and the others think he couldn’t be a big help to this mission.
Was it because he slept on one day this week before training?
Was it because he took the last pizza roll?
Maybe it was because they knew about how he stayed up at night, upset in the night, drowning in his own thoughts and insecurities?
Did they hear his heart beating on the dead of those nights? His shaky breathing?
Could they hear the tears falling between his knees where his head rested, dripping onto the tile floor? His sniffles?
Did they know about all of that and decided that was what led to his insignificance?
Of course it couldn’t be, Lance always made sure to be extra quiet. They didn’t even care that much to listen though too, right?
The thoughts became so crowded and must, that it was like a sharp hit to the neck when he finally came back to the present, out of his thoughts.
Most likely because that’s exactly what it was that brought him out. A laser of light shot through his neck, like a bullet.
Lances eyes shot wide as the first thing he saw was the blood that splattered the door in his periferal vision. Then, turning, the Galra solider that stood with his gun raised not even a few feet away.
“H-Hgk…k…” Lances knees buckled beneath him as he choked on the blood wheeling up in his throat, and the boy fell.
Against the door he was supposed to be guarding, no less.
It didn’t take long to black out from a wound like that, but the last thing he did see was the soldier falling to the ground, and a flash of purple.
WhenShiro had followed the century and found out what he had done, Shiro lost it and used his hand to make sure that bastard never got up again.
“LANCE!!!!” He shouted, running forward and cradled the boy, turning his him to look at his comrades wound.
“Fuck, oh god.” Shiro glanced at the blood that was getting everywhere, and tried desperately to use his hand to stop the bleeding.
Lance was pale, this was bad.
Shiro shouted into the coms, “Everyone get to the exit! I don’t care what you’re doing or how far you got, we need to get back to the castle!”
Answers came quickly.
“What? Shiro, why?”
“Are you kidding?! What’s going on?” Pidge.
The black paladin made a frustrated sound, looking down at Lance and tryin to get him to open his eyes. “It’s Lance, he’s hurt bad.”
When thy made it to the ship, Lance finally woke up. The team were all making a joint effort to carry him, careful of how they did so do to his wound.
He should be dead, unconscious, but it was Shiros arm and his fact reacting that was keeping him going this long.
Immediately, everyone looked down and the first thing the boy with the blue eyes saw, was the tears in everyone else’s.
“Don’t worry buddy, we’re getting you to a pod.” Hunk was speaking, Lance knew.
Oh right, he was dying.
Funny, he couldn’t even feel it anymore.
Lance knew exactly where he was being taken. There was no point in it, though.
“G-G….n-n…” He shook his head.
How was he to tell them that it was no use? Lance couldn’t speaking with this hole through his vocal cords.
The only thing he could smell was blood.
It was awful and the attempt to gag had blood squelching through Shiros fingers.
The was no dramatics about it.
No slow death or goodbyes, or last agonizing thoughts to be had.
He ha gagged on the smell of his own blood. It had popped somethin in his throat that was already bleeding enough.
And he was gone.
But he was surrounded by the Team, who lowered him to the ground, and cried.
He was valuable.
But he never knew that.