Lights Out | Worst Case
Lance never went to sleep. The night before he was too busy trying to look for a new planet to rest on, per instructions by Allura. He couldn’t stop until he got it right, until Allura was proud of him and he could feel like he did something right for once.
“Lance… did you even sleep?” Pidge came out to the bridge with her hands tucked behind her back.
“What? Oh, no Allura told me to do this and I have to finish it. Did you need something?” He replied without peeling his eyes from the starmap.
“Yeah, we need you in the dining room.”
“Can it wait a little longer?”
“Lance…” Pidge sighed and walked closer to him. “You can finish later, right now we really need you.” She reached out and softly placed a hand on his right shoulder.
Lance flinched at her touch and relaxed when she squeezed his shoulder. “You’re right.” He turned and smiled faintly at her. Pidge returned the gesture and took Lance’s hand and led him towards the dining hall.
They stopped infront of the doors for a brief moment, Lance feeling a little out of breath. He had a feeling something big was about to happen which warranted his heart to beat faster.
Pidge pushed on the pad next to the doors and a burst of air sounded when the doors slid apart. On the other side, at the table, sat: Keith, Shiro, Hunk, Allura, and Coran.
“Happy birthday, Lance!” They cheered. They all wore stupid paper cone hats and had streamers to throw in the air that popped into tiny fireworks and glittered before falling back down. In the center of the table sat a pink cake with 18 candles placed on it.
“What…? It’s my birthday?” Lance stood astonished and almost in tears.
“You forgot your birthday? You really are stupid.” Keith smirked but grimaced with Shiro elbowed him in the ribs.
“Pidge had coordinated your Earth calendar to the Altean calendar here on the ship! It’s sort of last minute, I hope you don’t mind.” Allura mused.
“You did all of this for me?” Lance walked around the table and stared at the lit candles on his cake.
“Yes, Lance. We know how much you contribute to the team. Even if we aren’t on earth it doesn’t mean we still can’t-” Shiro paused when Lance began to shudder and small noises came from him. “Lance are you okay?”
“Thank you guys so much!” Lance wailed with tears streaming down his cheeks. He coughed and sniffed smiling wider than he had ever done before.
“You’re welcome, Lance.” Coran pat his back a few times. “You’re supposed to blow out these candles and make a wilt.” He gestured to the cake.
“Make a WISH, Coran.” Pidge corrected him.
“Go ahead man!” Hunk shut off the lights in the room so only the soft glow of the candles on Lance’s cake illuminated the table of friends.
Lance wiped his eyes with his sleeve and went to blow out his candles when he found his shortness of breath had grown smaller. He struggled to breathe in air. He managed to blow out all but two candles when he clutched his chest and groaned in pain.
“Lance?” Shiro leaned across the table.
Lance couldn’t move or breathe or speak. He doubled over, hitting his head on the edge of the table and falling to the floor.
“Oh my god, Lance!” Pidge rushed to his side and shook him. “Lance! Lance wake up!”
“Shiro what do we do?!” Keith stood away in shock. The entire team had erupted into a panic while Lance’s body lay lifeless on the floor. A candle went out.
“Get him to a pod!” Allura yelled and helped Coran lift him from the floor. The paining grew more extensively when Shiro noticed Lance’s lips had grown blue and Coran had expressed that Lance had turned cold.
As they were dragging him away towards the medic bay, the last of Lance’s candles went out leaving the dining hall in total darkness.