"Paladins... time... wake..."
Lance weakly groaned, hearing a faint and muffled voice through the pulsating pain shooting behind his eyes and pounding head as he woke up.
'Oh quiznak... Don't feel good... not good.. at all...but have to...get up...and train...'
As he struggled to find the strength to rise, he felt his stomach do a somersault and scrambled upwards, knowing what would happen in a few moments.
Staggering to the bathroom while having the floor spin was not a good thing either.
However, he somehow managed to get to the comode, and just in time too, before he threw up on the floor.
Heaving and sobbing, Lance tried to call for help, but found it futile. No one would hear him in here.
Keith's Pov
As usual, Lance was late for training. 'Probably too invested in making himself "pretty"' he thought.
Keith hadn't wanted to go fetch Lance, but Shiro had asked him to. "Think you can go get Lance for us, Keith? It would help me a lot, I've got to stay here and keep an eye on things."
Keith inwardly scoffed. 'Yeah. Things'.
As he approched Lance's door, he heard faint noises coming from inside. It sounded strange... a mix of... crying? and gagging???!
"Lance?! Lance?! You ok?! Open up!" he called, pounding on the door and flinched back when it opened suddenly.
Keith went in, and scanning the room he saw blankets on the floor and sheets that were halfway off the bed, as if someone had fallen while getting up.
He was brought out of his observations when he heard gasping noises, followed by someone losing their lunch (or was it dinner???).
Hurrying to the bathroom door, he instantly recoiled from the smell of vomit, then bracing himself, he went in.
What he saw gave him a feeling like a punch to the gut: Lance was hovering heavily over the toilet, wheezing for breath and tear tracks on his cheeks. His face was flushed terribly but also extremely pale, and he looked exhausted.
"K-Keith?" he rasped, angling his head a little bit to see him better, but even that movement sapped his energy.
Forgetting the reason he came here for momentarily, Keith went to Lance's side, while awkwardly putting a hand on his back. "I'm here. Lance, when did this start? Are you ok?"
Keith paused at the question. "Yeah... nevermind that. You're obviously not ok." He could feel heat coming off of Lance, now that he was next to him. 'Definitely high fever. Nausea. Exhaustion. Judging from his half-open squinted eyes, looks like a major headache too.' he analyzed, as Lance gave a weak cough for a possible try to laugh.
"Y-yeah... Don't...d-don't feel good... S-started this m-morning... S-sorry..."
"What? What are you sorry for, Lance?" Keith asked, confused. "F-for... interrupting.. t-training..." Lance rasped out.
Keith was dumbstruck. "Lance.. we haven't even started yet. We were waiting for you to get there so we could start. Don't worry about it..."
"Crap! I've got to call the others! They will be able to help!" he exclaimed, and before Lance could protest, Keith turned on the comms.
"Guys, come in!"
"Keith? What's going on? Where's Lance?" Shiro responded.
"He's sick, Shiro. It's bad. Just get here." Keith barked, as Lance suddenly flung himself forward to heave his guts into the toilet once more.
Without thinking, Keith turned off the comms and supported Lance from behind as his friend threw up.
Eventually, Lance began to dry heave and cry, having not much else in his system but exhaustion and being wracked now with chills.
Worried as he was, Keith was surprised by the others arriving. Shiro, Coran and Allura drew in a breath at Lance's condition, while Hunk looked as if he himself was trying to not throw up as well and Pidge was standing still shocked.
When it seemed that the others were not going to move on their own accord, Keith took action. "Hey! Can you guys snap out of it! Lance needs some help!"
Shaking themselves both mentally and physically, they all hurried forward.
As they huddled around both of them, Keith looked down at the Cuban boy slumped against him.
'Please be ok... Please be ok, Lance..."8