Please, Help

by The Queen Demon

I'm sorry. I had a really crappy day when I wrote this. So I decided to write an angsty fic. I know that I'm probably a huge jerk for writing this but deal with it. No flaming me. Please. Spoilers from season 2. If your not there yet don't read.

I have no excuse. Wait, no I do. It's in the summary.

Lance's P.O.V

We all were coping with Shiro's disappearance in our own way. Allure didn't speak to anyone. She just cried. Coran wasn't his happy self anymore. Pidge didn't talk to anyone. She just worked on her inventions, and sometimes she would comfort Allura. Hunk barely ate. Which was saying a lot. He always ate. I spent most of my time training, which was new. I barely ever trained before. Keith, how do I put this... Keith took it the hardest. He thought of Shiro as a brother. Keith didn't train, he didn't eat, and he didn't come out of his room. I was on my way over to check on him. I stopped at his door and was going to knock when I heard it. Crying. It was coming from Kieth's room. Keith was crying.

Without a second thought I charge into Kieth's room. What I saw shocked me. There was Kieth. With his galra blade. His arm bleeding. I ran over to Kieth and knock the blade from his hand. "Kieth. What are you doing!?" I cry. Kieth looked at me with his watery eyes and at that instant I knew what was going on. His way of dealing with this was by distracting himself with more pain. This was bad.

I help Kieth up off the ground and I give him the biggest hug he probably ever had. "Please stop, Kieth. Stop. Please." I begged. I couldn't see him like this. It hurt too much. After I break the hug I drag him to the nearest bathroom to fix his cuts.

I pull some of the gauze from the First-Aid kit. I turn back to Kieth and pull his arm towards me. Then I ask a question. "Why? Why did you do it? Why did you hurt yourself?"

"It was the only way I was able to distract myself... I'm sorry..." Kieth muttered softly. I pause with my wrapping for a moment. Then I resume my wrapping and when I'm done I pull Mullet Head in for a hug. I know that he needs it. He looked so broken like this. It hurt. A lot.

I could do for him was let him cry. Let him cry and be his shoulder to cry on. I've decided that I would be his shoulder to cry on if he was mine. So I just stood there. And hugged Kieth, while he cried.

If you have a problem with cutting talk to me. I've never cut myself before. But I'll be you shoulder to cry on if you need one. Don't worry. And if you do cut, I won't judge you until I know your reasons. So don't worry.