Someone was screaming, and Lance didn't know who. He tried to call out over the comms, tried to figure out what was happening, but everyone was speaking over each other. He barely managed to get a sentence out – what did Coran mean, the wormhole was corrupted – when everything shuddered. Normally – usually, being in the pilot's seat of Blue meant that he wasn't subjected to the motions like anyone else was. Lance remembered that first trip to the edge of their galaxy, when everyone had been cluching each other and clutching him and screaming in his ear. He had been in The Zone back then, had put his full focus on piloting Blue. Except now, Blue was being tossed around the hanger, and Lance was having to hold on tight to the controls, feeling the forces pull against him as he was tossed along as well.
That's when the screaming started.
Lance felt Blue get thrown from the hanger, felt himself lose his seating. He heard something about staying together, but couldn't tell who said it. Allura? Shiro? He couldn't tell over the screaming. His helmet was flung from his head, bouncing over the walls, and the comms went with it. The screaming persisted, and Lance, horrified, realized that the screaming was coming from him. He clung to one of the steering columns – the one on the left, which he was gripping with all his might as the inertia pulled him up, to the side, back, forward, down.
It was dizzying, the forces of Blue spinning through the wormhole, circling the Castle of Lions with everyone else. The HUD was nauseating to look out, but Lance felt Blue jolt as they hit Green. The hit nearly sent him flying, and Lance felt his blood rush away from his head and toward it, his vision whiting out briefly.
Lance couldn't let himself pass out. He could still get back into the castle. They were still circling the castle, were still inside the wormhole, and the hangar doors were still open. All he needed to do was climb back into the pilot's seat and everything would be righted.
Too late, he realized the issue with his plan, as Blue gave another shuddering jerk and Lance nearly slipped free of the steering column. He looked up at the HUD as he was flung forward, toward the front end of Blue's cockpit. The discarded helmet slammed into Lance's head, stunning him. His grip on the steering column loosened, sending him into free fall.
The last thing he saw as darkness pulled him away was of Blue's empty cockpit.