As soon as Keith turned a corner, he took off at a dead run for his rooms,
Nanny's harsh words ringing in his ears. He bolted through the door and
slammed it behind him. Keith leaned up against the door, tears coursing
down his cheeks. They ran unchecked down his cheeks, and he didn't try to
stop them, nor did he care.
"She's right," Keith choked. "I'm supposed to protect her, and take all of the blows, but I'm not the one laying in the infirmary right now."
Keith fell to his knees, sobbing. "If I'm not wanted then maybe I should just leave." He sucked in a ragged breath and stood up, not bothering to wipe the tears off his face. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair was more disheveled than normal, his face was tear streaked, and his eyes were blood shot. "Man, do I ever need a shower."
As Keith passed his bed on the way to the shower, he threw his helmet on it. He grabbed his bright red flight suit out of the closet. He thought better of it when he saw one of Lance's outfits. (Heaven only knows how it got there.) Keith grabbed that instead and headed to the shower.
Dr. Gorma let out a sigh of relief. There was no lasting damage to the Princess. It was a good thing that she had been wearing a helmet or her brain would have been mush. But, because she had the helmet on, she sustained only a minor concussion, and a few bumps and bruises. Her color was better, and her breathing was more regular.
Keith was just stepping out of the bathroom, his hair still wet from his shower as Lance stormed in.
"Where the HELL did you disappear off to?" Lance demanded. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Keith more closely. "And why are you wearing my clothes?!"
Keith shook his head. "Can't answer the first and won't answer the second."
"Fine have it your way!" Lance shook his head. "But just for the record, only three lions defeated a Robeast instead of the usual five. You trained us well."
Keith didn't say anything and bowed his head.
"Oh by the way, does your communicator have a short in it somewhere or something?"
"No, why?" Keith's voice wavered.
"Because! Dr. Gorma has been trying to reach you. He said that Allura woke up but there is a slight problem. He wouldn't say what, but he wants to see you." Lance looked at his friend. "Are you okay?"
Keith looked up at Lance. "I'm fine."
"Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. Right. Keep telling yourself that and maybe you'll believe it." Lance replied. "I've never seen you so down in the dumps before."
Keith just shrugged and shoved his way past Lance. He headed in the general direction of the infirmary at a slow pace. Keith broke into a run as soon as he turned a corner. His heavy footsteps echoed off of the empty walls of the corridor.
Keith skidded to a halt in front of the infirmary. He was reaching for the key pad when
Dr. Gorma opened the door. The Doctor's face relaxed when he saw Keith.
The Doctor pulled Keith into the room, none to gently either. He shut the door behind the astonished captain.
"We have a slight problem." Dr. Gorma said.
Keith looked a little shocked. "What do you mean by a 'slight' problem?"
Dr. Gorma hung his head. "Maybe I had better show you."
A mystified Keith followed the Doctor.
Dr. Gorma led Keith to Allura's bed. She was sitting up and gazing around her with interest, almost as if she didn't know where she was. She started when Dr. Gorma touched her shoulder.
"Wha...?" She started to say when her blue eyes fell on the dark haired man who was leaning up against the door frame. He was staring at her with bottomless, dark eyes. *Who's the hunk* she asked herself. Out loud she asked, "Who are you?"
Keith took a step back. "Wha... What do you mean?" He managed to stammer out. "Don't you know me?"
Allura shook her head. "No...should I?"
Keith's reply was cut short by Nanny as she pushed past him.
"OH!!" She wailed. "Oh, my poor baby! I was so worried about you! Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
Allura shrank back from the distraught governess.
"She's right," Keith choked. "I'm supposed to protect her, and take all of the blows, but I'm not the one laying in the infirmary right now."
Keith fell to his knees, sobbing. "If I'm not wanted then maybe I should just leave." He sucked in a ragged breath and stood up, not bothering to wipe the tears off his face. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair was more disheveled than normal, his face was tear streaked, and his eyes were blood shot. "Man, do I ever need a shower."
As Keith passed his bed on the way to the shower, he threw his helmet on it. He grabbed his bright red flight suit out of the closet. He thought better of it when he saw one of Lance's outfits. (Heaven only knows how it got there.) Keith grabbed that instead and headed to the shower.
Dr. Gorma let out a sigh of relief. There was no lasting damage to the Princess. It was a good thing that she had been wearing a helmet or her brain would have been mush. But, because she had the helmet on, she sustained only a minor concussion, and a few bumps and bruises. Her color was better, and her breathing was more regular.
Keith was just stepping out of the bathroom, his hair still wet from his shower as Lance stormed in.
"Where the HELL did you disappear off to?" Lance demanded. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Keith more closely. "And why are you wearing my clothes?!"
Keith shook his head. "Can't answer the first and won't answer the second."
"Fine have it your way!" Lance shook his head. "But just for the record, only three lions defeated a Robeast instead of the usual five. You trained us well."
Keith didn't say anything and bowed his head.
"Oh by the way, does your communicator have a short in it somewhere or something?"
"No, why?" Keith's voice wavered.
"Because! Dr. Gorma has been trying to reach you. He said that Allura woke up but there is a slight problem. He wouldn't say what, but he wants to see you." Lance looked at his friend. "Are you okay?"
Keith looked up at Lance. "I'm fine."
"Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. Right. Keep telling yourself that and maybe you'll believe it." Lance replied. "I've never seen you so down in the dumps before."
Keith just shrugged and shoved his way past Lance. He headed in the general direction of the infirmary at a slow pace. Keith broke into a run as soon as he turned a corner. His heavy footsteps echoed off of the empty walls of the corridor.
Keith skidded to a halt in front of the infirmary. He was reaching for the key pad when
Dr. Gorma opened the door. The Doctor's face relaxed when he saw Keith.
The Doctor pulled Keith into the room, none to gently either. He shut the door behind the astonished captain.
"We have a slight problem." Dr. Gorma said.
Keith looked a little shocked. "What do you mean by a 'slight' problem?"
Dr. Gorma hung his head. "Maybe I had better show you."
A mystified Keith followed the Doctor.
Dr. Gorma led Keith to Allura's bed. She was sitting up and gazing around her with interest, almost as if she didn't know where she was. She started when Dr. Gorma touched her shoulder.
"Wha...?" She started to say when her blue eyes fell on the dark haired man who was leaning up against the door frame. He was staring at her with bottomless, dark eyes. *Who's the hunk* she asked herself. Out loud she asked, "Who are you?"
Keith took a step back. "Wha... What do you mean?" He managed to stammer out. "Don't you know me?"
Allura shook her head. "No...should I?"
Keith's reply was cut short by Nanny as she pushed past him.
"OH!!" She wailed. "Oh, my poor baby! I was so worried about you! Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
Allura shrank back from the distraught governess.