Keith's POV:

Coran had said Lance would be waking up any time now. I paced anxiously, wringing my hands and trying not to panic. Lance should have been up by now! He should have run in here, grinning from ear to ear and tackling us all in a hug that would put Hunk to shame. But now, the minutes ticked by and turned into hours. I could feel myself slowly beginning to panic and I tried to calm down, taking deep breaths and slowing my pacing. Panicking wasn't going to help anyone right now, especially me, that I knew. Coran placed a gentle hand on my shoulder as I plopped down in one of the seats surrounding the dining table, shaking slightly.

"It's going to be fine, Keith. Sometimes, the cure takes longer to fully heal a person than others. It's perfectly normal!" Coran said with a smile, although I could see right through it. He was even more worried than I was, if that were possible. He was trying to comfort himself just as much as he was trying to comfort me. I hastily pushed off his hands and stared at the ground, tapping my fingers on my knees nervously.

"Uh... H-Hello?" a timid voice called weakly. My head shot up and I gasped as my eyes landed on the source of the voice. Lance stood in the doorway of the kitchen with a slightly confused look on his face, his hair tousled and the pajamas we had put him in were twisted and backwards. I rushed forward, tackling him in a hug just like I imagined, tears welling up in my eyes. Lance had made it! He was okay! He returned the embrace instantly, burying his face in my shoulder as his entire body began to shake.

"K-Keith... Oh my gosh, Keith..." he choked out, his hands clenching the material of my shirt tightly. I loosened my grip slightly and rubbed his back, hoping to comfort him. He let out a soft chuckle and looked up at me, grinning with tears welling up in his eyes.
"I thought I was dead... b-but you saved me. You saved me, Keith..." Lance said softly. I smiled and shook my head slightly, earning a confused look from him. "I didn't save you, Lance. I guess I helped, if only a little. Coran was the one that came up with the cure for you. He watched over you almost the entire time you were unconscious." This just seemed to make Lance more confused and he tilted his head slightly.

"Who... Who's Coran? Did he just come here while I was out or something?" Lance asked, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity. My blood ran cold and I stared at him with wide eyes, my body going rigid. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Coran flinch, but other than that he didn't have any other reaction. This had to be one of Lance's pranks or something... After what Coran told me, there was no way Lance would have forgotten him. I laughed a bit nervously and ruffled his hair.

"Nice one, Lance. You had me for a second! Come on, you must be starving," I said, letting go of him and trying to lead him to the table. He stayed in place, wearing that same confused look as if it was the only facial expression his muscles could conjure up. He backed away a bit, chuckling anxiously.

"I'm being serious, Keith. I've never met a dude named Coran in my life. Don't really want to either. I'm okay with just knowing you!" Lance said quickly, holding his hands up in a sort of surrendering gesture. Coran let out a choked sob and collapsed into one of the chairs, burying his head in his hands. I gaped at Lance in shock, shaking my head slowly. He'd said he was fine with only knowing me, hinting that he didn't know the others... If he didn't remember Coran, and it was possible that he didn't know the others... did he have amnesia?!

"L-Lance, I want you to listen carefully. Answer me honestly, no matter how weird the questions sound. Okay?" I said quietly. Lance was looking at Coran with curiosity, giving me a slight nod. "Yeah, okay, whatever. Who's that dude?" I didn't answer his question, instead beginning my own.

"Okay. How did we meet?" I asked. He snorted, rolling his eyes. "Easy. You were a fighter pilot at the Garrison when I was a cargo pilot. After that, you disappeared. Next time I saw you, you were trying to break Shiro out of this weird prison place." I sighed with relief. Now I knew he at least remembered who Shiro was.

"Alright, next question. Who were your friends at the Garrison and what do you remember about them?" Lance's brow furrowed and he opened his mouth briefly before clamping it shut again. He remained silent for a moment before answering. "This black kid... I think his name is... Hank? Or is his name Hunk? Meh, it's something like that. He's a super lovable guy, cooks a lot. The other one... The other one is Pidge. Er... Katie now, I guess. She's super great with technological stuff. I met her a little while after I started my training at the Garrison." When he finished, I shook my head in disbelief. So far, he had remembered everyone I asked him about. Was Coran really the only one of us he no longer remembered?

"Okay. Do you know a girl named Allura? If so, how did you meet her?" I asked, feeling slightly anxious. Allura was going to kill me later. Lance groaned and clutched his head suddenly, gritting his teeth. "I-I don't... I don't know a girl named Allura. I feel like I do, but I just can't remember anything about her! Just her name, and that's it. Why? Is she here?" I closed my eyes in disbelief. No way... There was just one more question I had to ask.

"Lance, where is your family right now?" I got a blank stare from him and my blood ran cold. "What are you talking about, Keith? I don't have a family."