Pidge couldn't feel any of her limbs. All she could feel was cold. Heh, at least i'm not dead… maybe. She couldn't really tell. She felt as if she was floating in a weird in-between. She decided to ignore it as the pull of sleep washed over her.

Shiro paced back and forth in front of the healing pods. He was accompanied by Lance, Hunk, Keith, Coran, and Allura. Lance and Hunk were bickering about what exactly Hunk's relationship with a very special Bulmeran was, while Keith slightly leaned against Pidge's healing pod, eyes constantly watching Shiro's every movement. The two Altean's kept their distance from the Paladins as they read the very tense situation in front of them.

Shiro cleared his throat and stopped pacing. "Allura, do you know when Pidge will be released from the healing pod?" Shiro turned to the princess and raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Keith glanced at Shiro and huffed in frustration. "Huh, that's rich coming from you."

Hunk read the situation immediately and stopped bickering with Lance. "Keith, stop. You know it wasn't-" He was cut off from a raised hand from Shiro,

"No Hunk, Keith is right. I hurt Pidge," he sighed deeply, "and there's nothing I can do right now to make it better besides be here when she wakes up and hope she'll forgive me for my actions."

Keith angrily fixed his jacket and faced the opposite direction as he leaned on her healing pod. "What if she doesn't want to see your face?" Keith spat.

Allura couldn't take anymore. "Paladins! Stop this immediately! This is one of the times we need to be together and bond as a team and try to sort out the problem we are faced with. We cannot waste it bickering with one another." She sighed and rubbed at her temples. She looked to Coran for some input in this tense situation.

Coran waggled his mustache and looked to his monitor. "Hmm," he cleared his throat, "Well according to the readings our little number five should be done any minute now. So you guys shouldn't get your tails in a bunch. You seem more tense than a herd of yelmors trying to-"

"Coran." Allura cut him off from his bad analogy before the atmosphere in the room became more tense and awkward.

Shiro began to return to his pacing when he was cut off by the sound of Keith's voice.

"You didn't see her eyes…" Keith's form had shifted slightly towards the group while his own eyes were shadowed by his bangs. "She was so scared. I felt it too." Keith grasped his shirt above his chest. "Here. The bond made it feel like there was a freakin' active volcano in my chest. It burned so bad. It still kinda hurts now. I can only imagine what she..."

He turned towards Shiro. "And you still wouldn't stop huh?" He put his full attention on the older man. "You could have killed her and now you just wanna be here when she wakes up as if nothing's happened?! The team trusted you! I trusted you! Pidge trusted you! " Keith lunged forward and grabbed Shiro's collar. "Well?!"

Everyone else in the room was frozen still in shock as they watched the scene in front of them.

Shiro was speechless. There was nothing to say. He was ashamed that he had let himself go and because of his lack of self control he had hurt the one person he vowed himself to protect above all else.

"Keith I-" His words were cut off with a fist to his jaw. Shiro fell backwards, more from shock than the strength of the punch, and started rubbing the afflicted area in small circles with his hand. "Yeah, probably deserved that…" When he looked up from his position he was met with Hunk's hand being held out to him and the sight of Lance struggling to keep Keith back from the older Paladin.

"Jesus Christ Keith!" Lance held the other Paladins arms up and against his chest to keep him from jumping the other man again. "Get a hold of yourself man! It wasn't Shiro's fault. Stop making this whole thing worse than it needs to be!"

"Worse!" Keith thrashed violently. "If I hadn't shown up when I did we would be having a freakin' funeral right now! When I got there…" He went silent and his eyes filled with rage. "Fine! You know what? Freakin' fine." He shrugged out of Lance's grasp and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "I'm heading to the training deck."

As soon as his foot stepped into the direction of the exit to the infirmary he heard a soft whoosh that was all too familiar. "Pidge…"

He turned around as he watched the others gather around her small form in Hunk's arms.

Pidge didn't realize when she was released from her cold slumber, only that she was now embraced in something soft and warm. She mumbled softly to herself as she felt an annoying nudging on her shoulder. Stupid Lance, she thought, Won't even let me sleep for a few minutes. She rubbed her eyelids trying to clear her fuzzy mind. "Huh, guys…" she blinked a few times and looked at the six pairs of eyes staring back at her, "why does everyone look so frazzled?"

The sigh of relief that went through the room confused her as she tried to put the situation together. She soon realized that the strange vibrations she was feeling in her body was actually Hunk chuckling while he was holding her, glad that she was safe and healed.

"You were hurt," he didn't dare elaborate further, "and were in one of the pods and everyone was waiting for you to get out." He let a small grin escape his mouth as he tried to make the smaller Paladin feel more comfortable in her confused state.

"Oh," Pidge shrugged her shoulders, "makes sense. Well thanks for waiting guys!" she let out one of her signature toothy grins. "Well I feel as fit as a pack of yelmors!" She giggled at her own joke and looked to Coran to see him sharing a small chuckle with her.

"Oh, here you go Pidge." Lance handed her the round glasses she always wore.

"Thanks Lance." She went to adjust the frames to her face when she felt long uneven skin that ranged from the tip of her left cheek bone up to her left ear. "Ah! What the heck is on my face?!"

"Hold on Pidge let me get you a mirror."

Allura returned with the said object and let out a disappointed sigh to the younger Paladin. Pidge stepped out of Hunk's arms so she could more comfortably examine her face with the mirror.

"I'm so sorry Pidge. Our technology may be advanced, but since the wound was administered by something so hot, and so quickly, the tissue must have immediately sealed and scarred over. The pod may have been able to fade the wound slightly but, the healing pods cannot, unfortunately, do anything about scar tissue."

Everyone took in a deep breath at the gasp Pidge let out as she looked at herself. "Well at least no one is going to confuse me with Matt anytime soon." She poked at her new scar, softly running her fingers across it. "And it kinda looks cool, I guess?"

"Really Pidge?" Keith was getting agitated. "That's how you react to something as permanent as a scar? On your face?!" He took the mirror away from her drawing her attention to him. "That's it?! Shiro almost-"

"Stop it Keith." Pidge looked him square in the face. "I don't blame Shiro for any of this. It was just an unfortunate series of events. That's it." She let out a breath. "And besides I was gonna get a scar sooner or later. I'm a member of Voltron and with the amount of fighting we do I'm surprised I haven't gotten one already." She shook her head to stop her rambling. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm not mad at Shiro, and that if I'm not, nobody else should be. And, that if I had the choice whether or not to do this again I would choose yes every time. Shiro is my teammate and I, as long as everybody else, should do all that they can to help one another."

Keith still wasn't buying it and was about to protest again when Hunk cleared his throat. "Well Pidge, I know what those healing pods can do to a person's appetite. I bet you're starving right now!" He playfully nudged her shoulder with his elbow. "Why don't we go to the kitchen and I'll make you a special food goo surprise. How bout it?"

Pidge's eyes lit up at the sound of food. "Can you make anything that tastes like peanut butter cookies?" She tugged on his shirt sleeve as they started to make their way to the kitchen.

"Hmm… I don't know Pidge but I can try!" Hunk rotated his shoulder to ready himself for the battle he was about to face with the goo machine.

A/N: leave it to Hunk to make awkward situations better!