I messed up and posted a chapter to a different story, I should stop starting stories with a 'T'

Keith clicked his tongue, glancing around the room from his position by the wall. The Paladins had wanted an in-person meeting, he didn't know why. He didn't even think that they knew he was there, his mask being activated and his hood up. Maybe Shiro did, Shiro always seemed to know when he was there, he didn't say anything.
It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

The room was filled with tension, Allura being especially on-edge around the Blades. He tuned back into the conversation, which had taken a sharper tone. Everything felt off, the voices beginning to mix together, like his head was being shoved under water. His eyes couldn't seem to focus on anything, he didn't care.

He didn't seem to care much about anything, these days.

Kolivan had begun giving him more lectures after the video meeting thing, video chat? Keith didn't know, he never had much access to technology as a kid, maybe that's why Pidge told him to stay away from the computers. Or maybe she just didn't want him to be around, or touching things that she used. She thought he was disgusting, that was okay. Keith knew he was, he didn't need anyone telling him things that he already knew.

He was Galra, and Galra are bad, Allura calls them disgusting, Keith is disgusting. He was a monster, the Paladins said they didn't care about his heritage, but their lying. They always lie to him, or don't tell him things.

Why did Kolivan lecture him more, again? He didn't know, probably because he kept fucking up. He should stop that, fucking things up. Yeah, he's gonna do that, but he doesn't know why he keeps fucking up. He should find that out, that would help.

People were staring at him, he and Kolivan were the only Blades still in the room. Shiro was in front of him, did Shiro learn teleportation? Did Shiro always know how to teleport? "How did you teleport." Good, he asked, these are important questions, the answers could help with winning the war.

"Teleport? Keith, what are you talking about." Keith blinked up at Shiro, the room was definitely brighter than he remembered. Oh, his face was uncovered, that's why.

"You were sitting down," Shiro raised a brow, hands still on his shoulders, were they always there? "And now, you're in front of me."

"Kit, are you alright?" He looked over to Kolivan, everything was so weird, was he the only one who was confused?

He furrowed his brows, maybe he took too high a dosage of painkillers earlier. "Uh, maybe it was the drugs." That's what painkillers are, drugs, so why did that sound so weird?

"Drugs?" Hunk spoke up, standing from his seat. Hunk was, really tall, so was Shiro, and Kolivan, was he just small? No, he was taller than Pidge, he wasn't small. Keith nodded, hand going up to cover the latest injury he got. Maybe if he didn't get injured as much he wouldn't botch the missions.

Or did getting injured make it so the mission isn't a complete failure? He got the information they needed, he just didn't do it stealthily, or peacefully. So that method was working, what would happen if he got injured more?

"No, pain hurts. I don't wanna take more painkillers."

Painkillers do suck, he agreed with whoever said that.

A hand lifted his chin up, making him meet the eyes of Shiro. He looked concerned, everyone looked concerned, he was more concerned with the fact that no one answered his question. "Keith," He blinked, trying to get his vision to focus. "Are you hurt?" No, he didn't hurt, he just had a large burn on his stomach.

"He's not responding." When did Lance get so close? Can everyone teleport except for him? "Hunk what do we do he isn't responding."

He was tired, he wanted coffee, and to sleep. But sleep was bad, because that time could be spent training, or reading, he managed to learn Altean when he was still a Paladin. He should learn Galran, maybe a few other languages, not even for diplomatic reasons. It was more of a power move, learning random languages for no reasons.

Was that why he hasn't slept in a while? He forgot the reason for his sleep protest, it had to be more than 50 hours though, anything below is cowardly. He wasn't a coward, maybe, he might be a coward.

Was that why he was on the floor?

"Hey, can you look at me?" Shiro, that was Shiro, he knew that. He knew Shiro's voice, it was always so nice, and comforting, Shiro was comforting. He looked up, meeting silver eyes. "I'm going to take you to the infirmary, ok?" Keith nodded, he could trust Shiro.

"Good." Arms wrapped around his frame, they were really warm. He laid his head on Shiro's shoulder, eyes getting unfocused again. Everything was mixing, he didn't like it.

He didn't like feeling like that.