Okay, so poor Keith is dealing with a lot of shit right now, so to speak. I want to warn for triggers of anxiety and specific phobia of being an ambulance. It also hints at other feelings but they don't have a specific name. I do, however, want to reinstate, Keith is not going crazy because he's visualising things that are not there. He's just in a traumatised mental state and it's bringing back bad memories. To be honest, he needs Krolia but she's on a mission with the Blades right now.
6. Promised Forever?
Keith sunk to the floor of the ambulance as he watched his boyfriend unconscious. He had managed to stop the bleeding, but his heart was racing. If he had gotten there any later, would he have been able to lessen the damages? A shudder ran through him as he watched – mind flashing back to when his father laid in the same bed. Would Lance suffer the same fate? No, no. Lance would be fine. He had to be fine. He was stronger than this and they had beaten enemies that were much worse than this person but then why did this heart feel as if it was going to come out of his chest.
He could see the paramedic beginning to lift the sheet over Lance, breathing beginning to pick up.
"Why are you doing that?" Keith's voice cracked heavily as he moved forward. "Lance isn't dead! He'll be fine. He has to survive. Don't cover him with the sheet, he's not dead!" He remembered that was what they had done to Dad because he wasn't alive anymore, but Lance still was. He had to be. He couldn't die. Lance, you promised me forever. Forever can't be that short, right?
'Keith'
Keith jumped a bit – who was that who could it be? Lance, no, the voice was soft, feminine, and concerned.
'Keith, Lance is okay, they're not covering him with the white sheet' The voice spoke firmly. 'That is all in your mind. He's going to survive Keith, I promise.'
Black? Is that you? The voice had become clearer and soothing images of the starry night relaxed him slightly. Thanks for that, Black. His heart was still racing but he could see clearly enough and hear the paramedic reassuring him that Lance was very much still alive even though his situation was critical.
"Can you inform a family member of his?" He was able to hear the paramedic ask. Family member…Shiro's face flashed in the back of his mind. He gripped his phone in his hands, focusing on the names on his phone. Would Shiro be busy? No, he couldn't disturb his brother, he was still at work – no matter how important this was.
'Keith, call Shiro. He'll be upset if you don't. You need him right now.'
Black wasn't wrong. Shiro could fix everything – he could save Lance. He would be able to make everything right just as he always did when he was a child. He needed Shiro. Everything would be okay once Shiro got here because his brother could fix everything.
His finger pressed down on Shiro's number, focusing on the sound of ringing to keep himself grounded and remind himself of where he was. Lance was alive. It would be okay.
"Hello?" The voice on the other end came and hearing his brother's voice made Keith begin shaking so much that he nearly dropped the phone. He could feel his breathing begin to pick up.
"Hello? Keith, are you there? What's wrong?" Shiro's voice was becoming a bit alarmed now and he had to say something, he knew but his vision was beginning to blur again, and he gripped the phone tighter in an effort not to drop it.
"Shiro," Keith managed to get out. "Help. Help me." His grip loosened around the phone, and he reached out, gripping Lance's hand in his own, trying to stop shaking as he saw the paramedic pick up his phone. Good. Good. That was enough. Please. Please stay with me, Lance. Don't leave me too.