Allura and Coran have slept for more than a thousand years, yet they seem to be repeating their unusual sleep-patterns once more.
Lance was being dragged somewhere by an alarming handsome man who he was pretty sure was the one responsible for his malnourishment.
Pidge fell deeper into what she referred to as an emotional hell whole, her personality changing every 46 minutes.
Keith kept running and running towards where he was sure Lance was, surviving off of pure will to live. Or maybe will to save his friend.
Shiro never saw his caretaker after she seemed to disappear into dust, becoming weaker with each extreme weather switches.
Hunk fell into a daze in his newly found bliss with his alien partners, living happily and care-free.
Somehow Allura knows all of this information in her coma. She dreams the experiences each paladin is going through as it happens in real life. She watches on in pain seeing their suffering from a distance. Her mind focuses on Lance after shifting through each paladins lives.
He walks through a very familiar hallway, led by who they now know is Patrick. His smile is gorgeous. His blond hair flops up and down with each step. His eyes are literally galaxies. They have not pupil or cornea. Just space. He's lean and tall. Taller than Lance. He was damn hot.
And Lance knew. The man was a soft boy trying to seduce him into "working" with him. Every day he was led into the same light blue room with a table filled with a feast. He ate as Patrick just watched happily. Then Lance was taken to a machine that sent enticing pictures of Patrick and flowers and cute things. Every day Lance resists to the urge to get up and make out with Patrick. Yet today seems to be different.
The room has the feast, but when Lance is done devouring his only meal of the day Patrick smiles and chuckles softly.
"You really are unique Lance," he says in a soft voice. He stalks towards Lance, who is still sitting. His captor takes his chin in his hand and tilts it up. "Nothing works on you. But why is that?" His grip tightens. Looking Lance dead in the eye, he begins again,
"So we have a new machine that should do the trick," he laughs, "Let me see who has taken your heart oh so selfishly from me." Patrick starts to pace, letting go of Lance's chin. Allura can see the hand prints clear as day.
Lance doesn't speak. He just turns on the com he has hidden in a ring Patrick had given him. Keith should hear what's coming.
A vision of Keith rushes to Allura of him stopping because he heard com turn on. His breath heavy and face sunken in. Then the vision switches back to Lance.
Patrick leads him to a new chair with a large headrest. Lance sits as Patrick put restraints on his ankles, wrists, and waist.
"Put your head against the rest fully," Patrick orders. Right as Lance does so, pain surges through his body. He screams out for no one in particular. Just someone. No one comes of course. No one can.
A screen next to the chair flickers with pictures. Pictures of his family, friends, and all of Voltron.
"I need you to focus!" Patrick cries, "Focus!" Lances screams again. Yet Patrick turns the power of the machine up. Pictures start to flicker more and more. Then one person in particular comes up again and again. Patrick abruptly turns the machine off. He grinds his teeth together.
"So this is the man that has taken you," Patrick says through a clenched jaw, "Keith Kogane."
Allura's vision goes black.
Sorry about how rushed this is. I'm to make my writing better and it's hard man.