The mission wasn't supposed to be this complicated.
They were there to gain data on a Galra weapon and disable their base. By now it was routine! Slip in, jack it up, slip out. Hunk had just finished starting the count down when they were discovered. While they were fighting their way out, Hunk fell, getting hit over the head.
"Hunk!"
"I got him!" Lance roared picking up his friends unconscious form, "Keep running!"
Keith doubled back and grabbed Hunks other side. Lance was grateful for the help, but irritated that he was ignored. However, before he could complain, his foot went through the floor.
The ship was exploding, so he felt, rather than heard, his leg snap.
"Lance, you ok?"
Keith was setting Hunk down and Lance panicked.
"I'm fine! I just gotta ease it out so I don't slice my leg to shreds! Get Hunk out! I'm right behind you!"
"You sure-"
"I'll shoot you if you don't get Hunk out of here!"
"Fine! But hurry up!"
"That's my plan jerk-face!"
Keith heaved and continued out of the room. Only when they were out of sight did he allow himself to double over in pain. He wasn't lying about having to take it out slowly, but once it was out…
Could he walk? He definitely couldn't run. Crawl? Hop?
"Adrenaline help me now," he hissed wiping pain induced tears from his face. Easing his leg out while the base shook and trembled took every ounce of concentration.
He finally got it out when he felt something hot and hard press against the back of his head.
"I'm going to make sure you die before I die," the Galra commander growled, "then my name shall be praised. I'll live on in glory."
Lance pulled the trigger and the commander went down. Lance had already had his bayard out and positioned facing behind him while he got his leg out of the hole. The poor commander had no idea.
"Not if I shoot you first," Lance muttered scooting to the nearest wall to help himself up.
When did it stop bothering him?
When did shooting someone point blank stop bothering him?
Did it ever bother him?
He hobbled along the edge of the room, using the wall for support and a rumble caused him to trip. Face down on the metal he grumbled something about his horoscope telling him to stay in bed that day as he tried to muster the energy to get back up. It was everything he had to get to the door.
"Lance!"
He looked up to see Shiro running toward him. Both happy and ashamed, he also panicked again.
"No! Shiro! Get back!"
Without thinking he shut the door.
He was on the wrong side of it.
Having a nuclear blast go off behind you was strange. You would think it would be so loud it would bust your ear drums. But it was like everything went quiet as an impossible heat enveloped you.