Keith's point of view.
"Hey mullet, where ya going?" Lance asked, as I was walking towards the elavator.
I had no energy to put on my usual scowl. I was in no shape to feed our fake rivialry.
"I'm going to the training room." I said.
Lance looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "When did you last sleep?" he asked.
"Three days ago." I answered. "Can I go now?"
"There is no way you're training in your condition." Lance said. "Take a nap, you need it."
"but-"
"No. you're going to take a nap. If you don't sleep it'll take a toll on your health. I can't allow that"
"ugggg fine." I said. "Wake me up if you need anything."
when I turned my back to Lance, I smiled. I didn't know why or how. I just smile alot around him. I didn't know why I do, I just do. He treats me like crap, and yet, he cares? It's all too unfamiliar for me. I didn't like it. But, really, I wonded if maybe, just maybe...
My thoughts trailed off. I was too tired to think. Maybe I really needed a nap.