A/N: since I am updating more (at least monthly) ((better than biyearly lmao)) I thought I would update my most viewed stories since I have some writing juice atm. I hope everyone is having a good day. Oh, disclaimer is that I don't know too much about headaches/how bad they can get. For writing this fic I am just pulling from my experience and ramping it up about 40%. I have had horrible reactions to medicines that were fine at first; hope I am not too far off the mark. Most of the plot is for the angst. Again I must mention going for the choppy fluid style.

Oh also I noticed I spelled "Allura" wrong while re-reading this fic. I spelled it "Aurora" but I'm taking it and running with it. I "meant" to do that...hahha...

Enjoy the Langst. :3.

Lance was in the bathroom.

His was leaning his head against the toilet.

Lance was not sure how long it had been since the end of his shift and the rush to his apartment bathroom. His stomach was raging, turning, and beating violently alongside his head.

This deadly combo of stomach hurling and worse headaches started three days after he started to take his new medication.

It was magical the first two days, nothing wrong and he was blissfully pain-free. He was so glad he took Pidge's advice and finally visited a doctor. It felt so good and nice at first. He thought something had actually worked to make his headaches better.

But after those two days when the sun went down it was like all hell broke loose.

He could not concentrate on anything but his stomach and how much it hurt.

Lance couldn't do anything about it and called the doctor's office; tears streaming silently down his face.

But the guy on the other end said that this was normal for the first month.

This was...normal?

He heaved up most of his lunch into the bowl and stifled a cry as he pushed his forehead into the cold porcelain. It hurt. His stomach hurt so much. It just hurt too damn much.

His once blissful starry nights were now tormented with pain. Lance's stomach was always churning with sleep now but practically it all boiled down to pain past sunset, no rest.

During the day he was finally free to smile and joke, it was like a perfect reflection of his past self before it started. It was freeing. During the day he had the freedom of his past. The nighttime was another story...

Lance sighed, another night wasted to his medicine and climbed in bed. The life he had outside of work used to be little and now it was impossibly non-existent. With the new medication making his bathroom trips sudden when it was dark it often ended up in vomit and no dinner.

But he reasoned, it was going to be better in about two weeks.

He hoped.

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His new motto was two weeks; just survive until the month is over.

Today he just had to show up to do morning shift customer service stuff then in the afternoon do some office work.

It was going to be an easy day since Lance would do a little under half of the paper work then leave the rest to his Aunt Aurora.

When he did office work it made him remember he had a lot more responsibly.

The only good thing recently that he had is that his mornings finally made sense and when he was at work, he was finally at ease. Things ran smoothly and orders he worked were always on time. He was finally enjoying himself with his coworker who he was maybe dating or just really good friends.

Who knew? Lance didn't! Their relationship made him so confused.

He strode up to the door.

"Good morning." Lance greeted Keith at the door.

Keith slowly turned to Lance, no expression on his face.

Then, "Sup'." Keith greeted with a nod of his head.

The keys gave another loud jangle as the raven-haired boy inserted them into the door.

"Glad to work another day at Desire the Coffee?" Lance asked politely.

"I'm here." Keith entered the coffee store, "And we know the name where we both work. We get it."

Lance laughed at this. Keith was sure not a morning person. Lance had a spring in his step as he went to the employee's break room locker section to drop off his lunch and things. As he put his bag into his locker, he could hear the tingy noise of pills in his bag. Oh. His pain pills.

He took them out of his bag and inspected them.

But he put them back quickly like they were made of fire.

Lance hadn't used them in two weeks, He was glad he hadn't used them in a while...but maybe in the future. Just in case. To make sure. Lance sighed at the over looming future and put on a dab of essential oils since it was his routine at this point when he was going to go into stress and customers.

He took a deep breath and with a smile on his face, went to work.

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Lance bumped his hip with Keith's.

"Come on Keith, this tune is groovy." Lance mimed salsa shakers.

"What the fu-" Keith started.

A small child and mother walked in.

Keith swallowed, "Heck. No. I am a professional. I'm not dancing 'salsa' with you, we are a coffee shop."

"Sure party pooper." Lance nodded, shaking his head.

"What can I get ya?" Lance asked coolly.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The small human being stepped up to the counter.

"We would like a black coffee, large and a muffin for this one." The mom smiled, purse in hand.

Lance nodded, taking in the mother's gaze but leaned slightly over the counter, making eye contact with the girl.

"Are you sure you want a muffin?" Lance stage whispered.

"Well..." She put her hands on the counter, which was above her head.

"Well?" Lance looked to the mom then the kid.

"Two muffins?" She asked and looked up at her mom for confirmation.

There was a pause then the mom's sweater clad shoulders started to shake. Then she burst out in laughter, face full of glee. Lance started laughing at this while the kid just looked plain confused.

"Ok two muffins and a black coffee." The mom confirmed.

"Coming right up." Lance gave his most charming smile.

Man, he loved working here. The small conversations really made his day better.

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"How are your new pills going?" Keith asked.

He was washing cups while Lance was drying them. Both their shifts were nearly done.

"Oh." Lance almost didn't grab the cup Keith gave him, "Well. They are going ok."

"Yeah? And?" Keith motioned for Lance to go on.

Lance got suddenly really interested in drying the cup.

"Are you hiding something from me?" Keith asked.

Lance didn't say anything.

"Lance?"

Keith put a hand on his shoulder.

Lance lifted his face, "I really, really hate them."

He started crying.

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Lance was alone in the break room minutes later; crying into his hands. Lance felt bad. He felt bad about keeping the situation about the meds from Keith. But Lance also felt bad about showing his teary and ugly side.

Showing this side of himself reminded him of how cool and beautiful Keith was.

Lance didn't say it all the time.

But Keith was one of a kind.

Keith came back in the break room with two cups of herbal tea. That stopped Lance from crying as hard as he was.

"Hey." Keith said, "Talk to me, why is it so bad?"

There was a pause as Lance tried to gather himself.

Lance lightly hiccupped but gratefully took the cup. He wiped the tears off of his face.

Keith sipped his tea, waiting.

The cup of tea steamed around Lance's olive hands.

"It just hurts so much after...sunset." Lance said and took a sip from his own cup.

Blueberry tea.

Lance checked his phone and gave a sigh of relief when he noticed he still had an hour before his shift was done. Soon...but not yet.

"Yeah and?" Keith sipped his tea, nudging Lance to continue.

"I just throw up for a while after work. It's been happening for the past two weeks."

Keith stilled.

"That can't be healthy."

"Well yeah my clothes don't fit anymore." Lance shrugged thumbing his shirt collar. That's when it all came to him. He suddenly realized how tired he was. His eyes hurt, his skin was suffering, he needed to get more staff on the coffee shop since he couldn't work 6 days a week. It was...a lot.

It was all just too much.

Lance sighed, "It's a bit too much."

"Well then go back to the doctor."

Lance shrugged yet again.

"I don't know. They said it was normal."

"What?!" Keith gasped.

"I know." Lance agreed.

"It shouldn't be this bad." Keith blanched, he looked upset.

The two sat in silence, sipping their teas.

Then Lance glanced up at Keith and made eye contact.

Keith looked...worried. He looked to be a bit in a frenzy. Like there was more to the conversation.

"I have to tell you something." Keith said with fervor.

"What?" Lance's stomach dropped, "...What is it?"

Keith had a light blush on his cheek but he took a big breath in and turned his body fully toward Lance.

"What we have going on. We can't continue...it...because you... I- You are my boss. It is not appropriate."

Lance could do nothing but stare at him. For over a year they had been working-possibly almost two. It had been a while and many months together. Lance could feel his face scrunch up and he turned away from Keith. He thought everything was going good. They had slept in a bed for heaven's sake! That had to mean something. And after he shared personal information about his medicine with Keith. Friends don't just do that randomly.

Lance was shocked and confused.

But it was all just as friends.

Just friends.

It didn't matter.

It was all a lie.

"Ok." Lance nodded, barely feeling anything else, "Yes. That makes sense. Thank you."

He wanted to scream at Keith.

Lance stood numbly and started to leave; he couldn't believe it.

He always had to get fucked, didn't he?