Everything was hot and cold all at the same time, if he took the blanket off it would leave him shivering like he was in the middle of a blizzard, but if he had it on him – half the time he couldn't remember even pulling it back up – it would be like he was in the Sahara Desert with the sun angrily glaring down on him. It was strange and uncomfortable, Keith wasn't even sure what was going on half the time, and the other half he was sleeping.
He lost his sense of time, not that he had much anyway, the only thing he could remember was the soft touches on his face and matted hair. The warmth behind him as water rolled over his body was comforting and grounded him, if only for a little.
Sometimes a voice would talk to him, lulling him to sleep, whispering kind, sweet nothings into his ear as he was about sleep…
"So beautiful…"
"When I first laid my eyes upon you I knew I had to have you…"
"Your hair is softer than the finest silk, love…"
They made him feel warmer than the any of the gentle touches or the pillows piled around him. It was a foreign feeling, one he hadn't felt even within team Voltron. In fact, he doesn't think team Voltron even noticed he wasn't feeling.
He couldn't remember when he stopped feeling. Was it when he left the Garrison? When Shiro left him a second time? Maybe when he didn't seem to understand Keith anymore. What hurt the most was how un-in-sync they became over such a short period of time.
"What's wrong? What hurts?" Soft hands gently tucked a strand of hair out of Keith's face.
He didn't know how to explain what he was feeling, how to tell them – whoever them was – what had happened. That didn't seem to matter to whoever was taking care of Keith, as they laid butterfly kisses upon his face and neck. Little moans escaped his lips, spurring on the other.
It felt wrong and right at the same time, it broke Keith's heart and built it up.
"What's wrong, little one?"
Everything…
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it all."