There he was, blood streaked down his face. His leg wasn't supposed to bend that way, nor was his arm. Lance wasn't sure if he should scream out or try his best to wait for one of his team mates to notice he needed help. He certainly didn't want them to think he was a baby but he couldn't wait any longer. His shaky hand worked its way forward to grab his discarded helmet. He put it on and took a deep breath trying to think of what to say as he heard all of his friends screaming through the headset asking if he was okay and where he was.

In all honesty lance had no idea where he was or how he got there. He didn't know how long he had been there nor who had inflicted the wounds that littered his body. All he knew is that he needed help NOW!

"G-guys?" lance cringed at how weak his voice sounded through the communications. All the yelling of his friends went silent for a few moments before Shiro decided to speak up.

"Lance? Where are you? Are you okay?" Shiro did his best to keep a calm voice so he wouldn't stress Lance out if he was hurt.

"Umm… I don't think I'm okay, I don't know where I am," lance paused to take another deep breath, "it hurts bad… I can't feel my legs and I can only use one of my arms," Lance moaned as he lifted his head to try and give them better detail but instantly his head throbbed sending him back to the floor. "I'm really dizzy…" Lance mumbled.

"Lance, listen carefully, do you see anything unique about where you are? Are you in a ship or somewhere else?" Allura asked with urgency in her voice. Lance tilted his head to the side and noticed the dark metal walls. The room was empty, as far as his blurry vision could tell anyway. He saw his armor laying in the corner with a fair amount of blood on them.

"I-it's just a dark metal room… guys… am I gonna die? I can't think straight, it hurts so bad," Lance sobbed as he felt the sting of his tears drip into his cuts. Lance heard a growl through his helmet.

"Shut your mouth right now, you're going to be fine. Don't think like that lance we will find you," Keith shouted nearly making Lance shake.

"Keith, calm down, you're probably not helping his head," Shiro cut in with a quiet voice. Lance wanted to keep hearing them despite his raging headache.

"NO! please keep talking to me, I want to hear your guy's voice-" Lance gasped as the helmet he had was roughly pulled off his head and his head made contact with the hard metal floor, "ack!"

"Lance?!" he heard from the helmet that was now being placed on a galra head. He couldn't really tell who but he had a pretty good guess.

"Ah the paladins of Voltron, you must want to talk to the blue one," Lotor smiled, "I'm afraid he is a little frazzled and confused right now, can I help you?" he said in a sickly smooth voice that gave lance the creeps. He couldn't make out the words of his friends but after a few seconds Lotor laughed before saying one last thing "I'm afraid even if you get your hands on him you will never get Lance back," he threw the helmet in the corner along with the other armor. Lotor looked to lance and knelt down to pick the paladin up to bring him to a metal table. He set the boy down gently almost like he wasn't the one who just broke Lance.

"Ah-hh please stop," Lance stuttered as fear filled his senses. Lotor sighed and ran his fingers through the brown silky hair trying to calm Lance.

"Hush, you're okay, I'm done hurting you," he said calmly with a sweet smile that made Lance want to throw up. "You're friends will probably brake in and take you with them here soon so I should probably be going," Lotor sighed as he stood up and walked to the door. He sent lance one last glance before leaving him be. Lance was somewhat dumbfounded, Lotor was willingly going to let his friends take him back? He wondered if it was a trap, maybe he placed some kind of bomb in him and was waiting for Lance to be around the others to detonate it?

As much as Lance wanted to think of what Lotor was planning he couldn't keep his eyes open. Darkness wedged its way into his vision as it took over his body sending him into a deep sleep.

Lance slowly opened his eyes once again to realize his friends were all standing beside him. Their hands were pressed hard against his wounds to stop the bleeding. Their voices distorted but were screaming his name. Everything was in slow motion yet was happening so fast.

"Lance, we are going to lift you into the healing pod now okay?" Shiro said, it sounded like he was hearing his voice while he was submerged under water. His body was lifted into the pod and once again he felt that darkness taking back over.