Hiya peeps. Just gonna...drop...this...update...
(But before I go, please pretend I didn't totally make up everything with my random bs regarding coding and medical stuff and whatever else. I honestly am so technologically challenged. And like, I know nothing about med stuff. Literally, you're welcome to yell at me about what I wrote I guess, but keep in mind I probably won't even understand what I did wrong, I'm that bad.)
Anyway. On with the show.
Allura POV
She stepped into the hall, tightening the cord around her waist and pulling her robe closer over her sleepwear. Behind her, the bedroom door slid shut with a dull snick.
The castle halls were dark, a few fixtures spread out to offer the bare minimum of light until daytime hours. Which, considering the time, weren't very far off at all. Her footfalls were the only sound besides the dull, constant thrumming of the castle's mechanics, and each step down the hall echoed loudly.
She turned a few times, passing the lounge, the training deck. Each was silent and dark with couches and training equipment casting ominous shadows along the floor. And, despite the layers she wore, it was cold too, lingering in the thresholds of the different rooms. Allura moved on quickly from each.
It was only when she reached the control room a number of doboshes later that she stopped.
The bridge was lit up unlike the majority of the castle, monitors were summoned from beneath the floor along the edges of the room with transparent screens, glowing and different strands of text and coding flickering across them. Multiple paladin stations, as well as Allura's and Coran's areas, were similarly awake. It wasn't how Allura had left it before she retired to her room for some much needed rest. She had a feeling she knew why.
The green paladin was sitting at her station. Fingers furiously working over a screen, attention drifting back and forth from that and a hand-held device, it seemed Allura's appearance had gone unnoticed.
As a spectator, she watched Pidge stand and hurry over to Allura's own station. She was shorter than Allura, of course, and forced herself to the tips of her feet in order to type at the monitor more efficiently. A moment later, after a heavy sigh, Pidge once again relocated, this time to the black paladin's token spot.
Allura finally shook herself out from her frozen state and made her way to the younger girl's side.
"Pidge?" she tried, cautiously reaching out to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Unfortunately, it seems their resident tech expert hadn't noticed Allura's entrance, nor her approach.
"Wha-!" Pidge turned with a stuttered gasp, one hand shooting towards the bayard hung at her waist, until recognition dawned in her wide eyes. With great reproach she hissed out, "Allura. Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"I-well, I apologize," Allura allowed, mentally deciding it wasn't worth arguing about. She withdrew her hand where it hovered halfway between her younger teammate and herself. "I was just...checking in. You seem busy?"
Pidge nodded, turning back to scroll through the black paladin screen while she talked. "Yeah, I tried running some pictures of those symbols on Keith's skin with my phone, but I couldn't find anything at all. So, I figured I'd try searching the castle database for anything useful."
"Good idea," Allura agreed. "Any luck?"
"None."
Pidge shot an irritated look at the monitor, as if it was being uncooperative on purpose.
"I'm trying to alter the algorithm right now, to narrow in on topics more likely to be connected and analyze them first, but I really haven't had that much practice with this code and there's so many layers to fix...But anyway," Pidge shook her head. "I think I'm bound to find something related within the next three quintants if there's anything to find at all."
Allura mulled that over. Three quintants...she hadn't spoken with Coran about any progress the cyro-pod might have made in healing Keith, but there was a possibility the red paladin would be up and about by the time the search ended. There were so many unknowns with the situation...it was hard to get a timeline together with what to expect, or even plan out what their next move should be.
"How long do you estimate it will take to adjust your search?" Allura asked.
Pidge, who was already re-absorbed with her work, took a second to zone back into their conversation.
"To fix the search itself?" Pidge's eyebrows furrowed together and her fingers paused momentarily as the question was considered. "A couple vargas at least, maybe a few more honestly. It's hard to tell without looking at all the pieces what will be trickiest to change."
So, it seems Pidge had plans for the morning, and perhaps for the majority of the quintant.
Allura just might have plans of her own. Guided by that thought her gaze slipped over to linger on the translucent screen at her work station. Pidge's work had infested the monitor, but she knew the girl wouldn't have deleted anything Allura had saved the previous night, especially if she had noticed what the topic included.
And speaking of the green paladin, Allura watched as she reached up and fixed her glasses where they had slid down the bridge of her nose, the sleeve of her green pajama top swiping under eyes that looked a little too red and covering a face that seemed a little too pale.
The image was enough to send Allura's thoughts of her station away quickly. Instead, she pinned Pidge with a hard stare.
"Pidge," Allura began slowly, thinking she might already know the answer. "Have you had anything to eat?"
"...ye-ah."
"Pidge." Allura crossed her arms. "Have you had anything to eat this morning?"
"...maybe."
"Last night?"
"..."
Allura sighed. "Pidge, have you had anything to eat since Hunk made lunch, yesterday?"
"...Hunk gave me a cookie. After I took a nap, last night."
Allura glanced at the monitor at the same time the other girl did. The search was indeed important, finding more information about whatever was ailing Keith-a priority, no question. But at the same time...
She had been raised with the duty of keeping her subjects healthy and happy. As guests in the Castle of Lions, the paladins were under her care, Pidge included.
"How about a break?" she suggested cautiously. "At least grab something to eat while you work, if, that is, you won't sit and dine for half a varga?"
Pidge immediately shook her head.
"I can't-you see that section right there? I'm so close to re-organizing this line-literally just had a major breakthrough while we were talking. I can grab some food later..."
Well. That wouldn't do. "I insist. Just a short while to grab something to sustain yourself-the work will be here when you return."
"Allura, I said no-"
"I insist." Allura said again, this time an edge to her voice, leaving no room for argument. Pidge typed in a silence for a moment longer, before she shook her head and sat back with a long-suffering sigh.
"You're not gonna leave me alone until I go with you, are you?"
Allura found that rather accurate and didn't disagree.
"Fine. A quick bite, and then you, and everyone else, is going to leave me to this for the rest of the day-er, quintant. Deal?"
"Deal," Allura assured her. "That sounds perfectly reasonable."
And with that Pidge rose to slightly unsteady legs and the two of them made their way from the control room, the automatic doors sliding open to allow them admittance into the hallway, which was already beginning to lighten under the addition of a couple more awake lights.
The kitchen and dining area weren't far, and in a matter of a dobosh or two the both of them were at the entryway to what was widely considered Hunk's domain. And on the matter of the yellow paladin and his kitchen-
"Hey, guys," Hunk welcomed, waving them in with a good-natured hand gesture. "If the two of you are willing to wait for a bit there's some space pancakes in it for you. And this stuff we found at the orange sky planet-it's practically just blue maple syrup!"
Allura had questions. Primarily regarding this 'maple syrup', but before she could voice any Pidge was already making her way to the seating niche overlooking the cooking area with a joyful, "Aw, yas! Hunk, you're the best."
"I know," Hunk agreed easily as he stirred some batter in a bowl. Allura had already been subjected to his pancakes twice before, and on both occasions the food was equally tasty. Allura joined Pidge at the niche, fully intending to enjoy this batch of the breakfast treat.
They watched as he finished stirring, only to add in some sort of powder and mix that in as well.
"So," Hunk began finally. "What brings you two to this section of the Castle at this hour? Come for a visit?"
"I came for pancakes," Pidge corrected. "And Maple Syrup. The conversation is just a price to pay."
"Pidge," Hunk scolded. "I am deeply wounded."
And then Allura had to smile gently as Pidge stuck her tongue out at their friend.
"In all seriousness though," Hunk insisted a moment later. "It's pretty early, you guys could be catching some z's right about now..."
"I could say the same for you," Pidge pointed out.
Hunk nodded. "Yeah, I took a couple hours with Keith so Lance could grab some shut eye. Shiro's back with him now though, so I thought I'd scramble up some breakfast." He pinned Pidge with a knowing look. "Now, you going to dodge that question again? "
Pidge shrugged, silently watching Hunk ladle a portion of the batter on a griddle and coax a pancake to life. She looked over with imploringly eyes and hesitantly drawn eyebrows. And so, the conversation torch was passed to Allura. She answered the previous question with some reluctance.
"Personally, I was...concerned," she admitted. "Last night before I retired I looked over the planet's levels at the time of Keith's...accident. An energy spike did seem consistent with the time Keith was struck unconscious."
"What?!" Pidge turned so fast her knees knocked against Allura's seat and both tipped dangerously before regaining their balance. "That could be our lead! Did you check for any fluctuations afterwards? Wait how high was the energy spike? Where did it generate from? How many-"
Hunk meanwhile, had completely abandoned his pancakes, and Allura felt mildly concerned about that. She watched a pancake darken dangerously as Hunk faced her with wide eyes and empty hands. "Wait, I thought there were no life signatures? So this spike came from something tech related? Right? Could you check the camera on Keith's helmet? Wait, why haven't we checked the camera on Keith's helmet-"
Allura tried keeping track of both of their words, she did. But the sentences were overlapping and honestly it made zero sense. She raised a hand and after a moment the two settled some, Hunk even rescuing his first pancake as he listened.
"I did watch the video picked up by his helmet," Allura disclosed. "Unfortunately, Keith was not facing the assailant or device that attacked him, and as far as I can tell, the helmet content may be a dead end."
"Figures," Pidge scoffed.
"That bites," Hunk agreed.
"The energy fluctuation," Allura continued. "Was generated from what I confirm is roughly Keith's position, and afterwards, there were no other notable spikes-"
"What about Keith and spikes?"
Allura looked up at the newcomer, finding a robe adorned Lance lounging against the doorframe with a quirked eyebrow.
"Allura checked the energy levels from when we were on the planet, and there was a spike around the time Keith was knocked out," Pidge informed him.
"Oh!" Lance said. "Well, we should probably look into that...Hunk, are those pancakes?"
"Yep! And I used the last of the chocolate to make some chips."
"Aw, yesss," Lance cheered, walking over to check out the food for himself. He helped himself to some of what Hunk called chocolate, and what Allura knew was actually an Altean delicacy, and then moved on to sample a few other substances laid out for Hunk to dabble with.
Allura sighed. "Typical," she muttered, turning to Pidge in search of agreement-
"There's chocolate too." Pidge went wide-eyed.
Allura shook her head.
No help would come for her here.
"I'm going to find Shiro and Coran," she announced, standing up. The stool she previously perched on shifted back delicately. "I'm sure someone will want to stay with Keith, but the majority of us should convene to discuss the information we've gathered and the steps we must take."
Lance used his thumb to swipe at what she guessed was the blue maple syrup smudged from the corner of his lip to his chin. "Sounds good 'llura."
Pidge offered her a brief nod before standing up from her own seat, casually crawling across the counter in lieu of walking around. She reached for a cup filled to the brim with a blue viscous liquid. Unfortunately, a hand snagged it before she was able to lay her claim. "Hunk! Lance is stealing the maple syrup!"
"Snitch!"
"Thief!"
"Guys there's enough to go around. Wait, Lance, don't drink all of it we need some for the pancakes-Pidge! Put down the spatula!"
Allura silently bid Hunk luck while exiting the kitchen, making her way towards the infirmary as the sound of Pidge hissing followed her through the halls.
She hoped she got a chance to try pancakes with maple syrup.
Shiro POV
Despite the vargas of sleep he managed to catch while Lance and Hunk took shifts with Keith, the reflective surfaces of the medbay showed his face staring back at him with dark shadows under squinted eyes, his clothes rumpled and the shirt inside out, the corners of his mouth strictly turned down-and to put it short, his expression deadened in a way that resembled his last desperate student years.
It wasn't pretty.
And it annoyed him.
He looked like he had been put through the ringer. Twice. And sure, the previous day had been no walk in the park, between jumping from different distress signals and desperate planets and all, but it didn't justify this look.
He hadn't done anything to help Keith. He hadn't earned this look. But he still had it and that was so so wrong.
Shiro frowned as he stared down at the device Coran had pressed into his hands half a varga earlier.
The technologies involved in Voltron were beyond his understanding, the robot challenging a both frustrated and enraptured Pidge constantly with its complex makeup. However, despite how difficult it was to wrap his head around it, he'd come to terms with Coran's explanation of the Lions' translation abilities. He, and the rest of the team, relied on these abilities to converse and understand English, Altean, and other alien languages.
Unfortunately, Pidge theorized that whatever allowed the Lions to translate their conversations affected them physically. Through a mental connection of some kind. Which, of course, worked perfectly fine for verbal exchanges.
But not for writing.
Shiro tapped at the screen. Coran had filtered his Altean notes through a rudimentary translator-he said something called the Okari designed it? But while mostly understandable, it was obvious the program had a long way to go.
Sentences were ordered confusedly, and some words were so removed from everyday language it took him concentrating on their surroundings to unearth their meaning. Overall it was a struggle to read, but he didn't stop.
He couldn't stop.
Because even if he was just reading over the notes Coran accumulated, even if he was just informing himself on the situation, it was Keith's situation. And this was the only thing Shiro could do to try and help.
So, with periodic glances in the direction of the cryo-pod, Shiro read.
Coran made notes of odd levels of certain chemicals in Keith's body, and Shiro automatically assumed Keith was somehow drugged, only to scroll down further. The chemicals had nothing to do with his unconscious state, and Coran noted that the levels were probably part of his normal make up. Coran also noticed odd discrepancies with his ocular, auditory, and nervous systems among others, but offered no explanation for why they existed.
Shiro frowned, but chalked it up to Coran still adjusting to human anatomy.
He read on.
Coran included data from automatic temperature checks that were unfortunately in Altean units-which, of course, Shiro had little experience with. He recognized enough to realize the numbers were running high in comparison to numbers logged for the other paladins. Coran had noticed that too-and lowered the temperature of the sleep pod to compensate.
But try as he might, Shiro couldn't find it in himself to be that worried. He remembered chasing a younger, dizzy and listing, Keith around, practically shoving a thermometer down his throat to check for fevers.
The first time the numbers came back high enough to make Shiro freak, but it was Keith who assured him with a temp of one-hundred and six degrees (Fahrenheit) that it was "-perfectly fine Shiro. Oh my God, take your shoes off-we are not going to a hospital-"
To which Shiro ignored for the most part, as he manhandled Keith down the hallway with a brisk, "Not now Keith-my keys...where are my keys...? Just-just get in the car. I-how are you even standing-"
"Shiroooo," Keith had whined, digging his still bare feet, dammit Keith they need to go, into the floor in protest. "That's like, a normal temperature for me. See-this is why I didn't want you to take it, I knew you'd overreact. I just run high-my dad said it was normal."
But what the hell, because Keith's file said his father had been a fireman, and firemen received basic medical training and-well, even common sense told you that a temperature this high was bad bad bad.
In the end, Adam chose that moment to walk in and had checked Keith over, calling in a buddy of his who was a registered nurse. The man confirmed that beside the baffling temperature Keith was only dehydrated with a mild cold-a couple Gatorades and boxes of tissues later Shiro was left with a brooding but healthy Keith, and life had moved on.
With that and a few following incidents in mind, Shiro had a feeling Keith's temperature now was the least of their worries. He quickly moved on.
Below the temperature readings Coran had inserted multiple measurements of Keith's blood pressure, pulse, and respiration rates. None worrying. In fact, all were healthy and better than average for people his age.
His height and weight were listed as well, and at the underwhelming numbers, Shiro vowed to drag Keith down for Hunk to stuff full of meals when they figured all of this out, other than that he didn't linger.
Shiro slowed down when he reached a tricky bit detailing Keith's brain activity. Even in normal completely comprehensible English, Shiro would have struggled to understand what all the numbers and phrases meant. With the words and order jumbled? Nearly impossible. Coran included little analysis on the subject, but it told Shiro there was nothing alarming, and that was enough for him.
The next few sentences of the report flowed easiest, with Coran stressing that while the findings were odd, beside the superficial scratches, there was nothing physically wrong with Keith. No clues as to how to fix it either.
Shiro was just getting to the part where Coran listed a plethora of treatments they could try-between the Altean words and medical terms it was all gibberish to him-when the sound of footsteps approached.
Across the room Coran looked up-he had pulled a table out of the floor and started humming as he toyed around with different containers, occasionally picking out a substance and mixing it with others before setting it aside, scribbling down a couple notes, and then starting again. Now, he set aside his most recent concoction to give their visitor a bubbling greeting.
"Good morning Princess!"
"Hello," Allura inclined her head, sharing a small smile with the room. "Shiro-I realize you must want to stay with Keith, but Coran, the other paladins and myself were going to meet for a discussion-your input would be much appreciated."
Coran's mustache lowered some as his grin weakened. The older man's eyes flicked noticeably in the pods direction, and then back at Shiro.
Shiro himself felt the hard set of his mouth break as he repeated, "Discussion?"
A discussion. That was a good idea-one he probably would have shared had he been in the main sections of the castle with everyone else.
"New information has come to light," Allura explained. "And I feel like we should all take the time to be updated on Keith's condition as well-there is much that needs to be shared."
"Wonderful idea," Coran said, standing from his chair and preparing to drop the table below the floor for safe-keeping.
But Shiro looked down at the device in his hand-the medical report stared up at him with everything Coran had gathered so far. He glanced over at the mixtures Coran had been toying with-and then at the list of Altean medicines he had included in the document for consideration. Was Coran preparing some up right now if they ended up needing them? He must be, what other explanation was there?
"Wait," Shiro said, pushing off of the wall he was leaning against, device brushing against his outer-thigh as his arm dropped and he began walking over to the princess. He looked over, "Coran? You added everything you knew on here-right?"
Shiro waved the device.
Coran pulled at his mustache as he nodded. "Every tid-bit on Number Four's condition," he agreed.
"Would you be willing to stay with Keith? I-I just-" Shiro caught his reflection's red rimmed eye on the metal plating behind Allura. "I'd like to be present if we're making any decisions-"
Shiro pretended not to see Allura and Coran exchange looks, before the orange-haired man spoke. "Of course, as the old proverb says: What splits the Vanerborf must be shared by merit."
"Uh, right." Shiro blinked. "Well, if anything happens, let us know."
Allura and Coran exchanged goodbyes, while Shiro took the opportunity to glance at Keith a final time. No change. Hold on Keith.
Allura started walking, and Shiro followed her out of the room. In the doorway, he caught the eye of his reflection one last time.
I'm going to help.
Lance POV
Lance stabbed a piece of his pancake, mopped up a generous serving of maple syrup with the spongy bite, then stuffed his mouth with the food. He chewed luxuriously for a moment, then gestured airily with his fork.
The conversation was floating around in his skull, pieces bumping and bruising as he tried to make sense of them. Most of the medical stuff went over his head-same with Hunk, Allura, and Pidge's debates on the recorded energy spike. But he was just proud he understood what he felt were the key points of the situation.
And speaking of the key points, he figured it was time to work some of them into today's grand scheme.
"So. Plaaaansss."
Across the table, Pidge shrugged. "I already know what I'm doing today."
"Yeah," Hunk sighed. "You told us-castle archives. We know."
"Just making sure." Pidge side-eyed Allura, who continued to daintily cut up her pancakes on her left. "I was promised time to do my thing."
"You'll get your time," Shiro assured her. "It's a great idea."
Lance swallowed another bite of pancakes and mumbled, "It's a slow idea. I wanna go back to the planet-try and find something else. We barely even looked around yesterday."
Sitting beside him, Hunk nodded. "Lance is right-Allura's energy spike find is a dead end so far, there's no clues on the helmet cam, there's apparently nothing physically wrong with Keith except there is, and if Pidge can't find anything with those symbols we're gonna be completely stumped. I think we need to visit the planet too. Do some scouting."
The table grew more dejected as he spoke. Lance licked some blue sugar from his finger and tried to ignore the gloomy clouds hanging over everyone's heads.
"You're right," Allura said finally. "You all are. A group must depart for the planet-however, the question remains, who to send? I, for one, would like to stay at the Castle of Lions-Coran had a chance to look over the symbols and though he recognized none, another set of eyes couldn't hurt."
"I'm out too," Pidge reminded everyone. Lance watched admiringly as she picked up her plate and began lapping at the leftover pools of syrup. Not bad, kid. She lowered it to add, "And someone has to stick with Keith."
"Coran," Allura and Shiro said in unison.
"O-okay," Lance said. That left- "So Shiro, Hunk, and I? We're just sending three?"
"Going to have to," Hunk pointed out. He reached over Lance and speared a pancake from the serving plate with his fork, dragging it back to his spot with relish. "And Allura, you'll be in our ears if something goes wrong-right?"
"Of course," she reassured him. "In the event of an emergency I will be at your full disposal."
Pidge finally finished with her plate and lifted her hand lazily into the air. "Same."
Lance eyed the syrup in her hair. "...right. So, that's it, then? Allura's energy thing, check. Keith's chart stuff, done. Whatever tech stuff Pidge is gonna play around with, done. And we've got the rest of the day planned-well, we've got a guideline."
"So...we're set," Pidge finalized. And then, "llura, could you pass me a pancake...? Thanks...Oh by gob, Hunk dese are sooo goob."
"Er, you're welcome," Hunk managed.
Lance, personally, looked away. Something about knowing that was her fourteenth pancake made his stomach roll.
Shiro, if the slightly green tint to his expression was anything to go by, felt similarly. He passed her a napkin. "...alright. Well, you guys hurry up and finish up eating, I'm going to go grab my paladin armor."
Pidge flashed a double thumbs up.
Lance looked mournfully down at his pancakes. Looks like today wouldn't be a day for savoring. He blamed mullet.
Lance POV
Less than half a varga later found Lance gently lowering his lion to the ground, releasing the controls as they came to a gentle stop.
"Thanks for the ride, girl," Lance jumped out of the pilot seat and made his way to the exit ramp, only, the door didn't slide open. "Uh, Blue?"
The lion rumbled low in her chest.
Lance sighed. "Bluuuue, c'mon. Hunk and Shiro are waiting-and we've got to figure out what took out emo."
The lion wiggled some and Lance reached out to place a hand on her inner wall for balance. "Hey, cut it out!"
The movement stopped and a tingling in the back of his skull warped as Blue cocooned his thoughts in a shell of warmth and concern. Lance smiled softly. "I'll be fine, besides, the sooner I go out there the sooner we can head back to the Castle."
He paused to listen. "NO, I'm not worried about mullet head. It's just-it's...he's a team member. I've gotta go help. You know, one of those unwritten rules, a-a matter of principle."
The lion remained unimpressed as Lance's coms crackled to life. "Hey, Lance?" Hunk garbled. "You uh, you okay in there?"
Lance tapped his helmet, "Yeah, I'll be right out."
Then, he patted the wall and smiled up at the roof. "It's okay, Blue. Shiro and Hunk won't let anything happen to me."
A moment later the door cracked open and Blue wrapped him up in one last wave of comforting warmth before Lance jumped out onto the ground below. "Be right back!" he called over his shoulder as jogged over to where Shiro and Hunk waited. Waves of sand billowed up around him, and he squinted at his visor through the low visibility. It was worse than yesterday.
"You took your time," Hunk remarked. "Everything good?"
Lance nodded.
"Well in that case," Shiro turned away from the spiraled tower from yesterday-as the only upright landmark the building had the lions clustered at it's base. "We should start where you found Keith and work our way out from there-was it...this way?"
Shiro started hesitantly forward one way before stopping, looking back at Lance and Hunk sheepishly. "I came from the other direction."
"I didn't really come at all," Hunk pointed out. They both turned to Lance, who slowly scanned their surroundings.
Sand. That plastic-like material. More sand. And then, well, sand again-wait, no.
Lance zeroed in on a pile of green, made out of shattered splinters of the same material as everything else. "...this way."
Followed by the other two, Lance led their party in the direction of the green pile. They passed it by and Lance hesitantly recognized the shambles of what was previously a building.
The other two didn't seem to have a problem, but Lance felt his feet slip as they walked-the same minerals that shifted beneath him whipping through the air and skidding against his armor. The wind pushed at him and left him trying to hide his staggering.
A few more markers later and Lance finally caught sight of the overhang he dragged Keith under yesterday. "There!"
The trio made their way over to the spot. The scuff marks from yesterday had been covered or blown away, and there was no sign of their previous involvement with the space. Lance spun around once, finding nothing beside broken buildings, distorted objects, and granular minerals.
Damn. Impasse much?
Hunk agreed, because a second later, "...okay. Is it just me, or is there absolutely nothing here."
"Not just you." Shiro sighed. The sand buffeted them as their leader glanced around, his helmet shifting with each look. "We're going to have to spread out," he finally decided. "Each pick a third and look for anything out of the ordinary."
And, okay, call him chicken, but Lance's alarm bells started to ring. "Split up?"
Hunk migrated closer to the two of them at that. "Shiro, we did that yesterday, and look at how well that turned out."
"I know," Shiro sighed again. "I know, but if we want to figure out what happened with Keith we've got to cover more ground. If anything goes wrong you can call your lion and everyone else is on standby to help-we'll do check-ins too."
"But-"
"Hunk," Lance interrupted, confidence suddenly swelling. "We're paladins-c'mon man, this is our job. Plus Sleeping Beauty needs us to bring back some answers."
Hunk took a shuddering breath. "Yeah, yeah, you guys are right. We've got this."
"Course we do!" Lance assured him. "I'll take left."
Lance's POV-Later
Lance did not have this.
Welp...That felt...kinda fillerish? Like, I expected to actually end this chapter at a much different place, but then I was getting caught up with all the characters and stuff, and then I got hungry so like, pancakes. But yah, now we're here. Next time I promise we're gonna have some more...plooot?
Idk what to call it. It'll be more interesting. At least, I think so.
Also. ALSO. Before y'all yell at me about fevers and brain damage and stuff, I know that 106 degrees is like, baaaad, but I also figure that since Keith is half-Galra he works a little bit differently. So temp is different along with some other stuff (which I figured would have freaked Shiro to hell at some point.)
Anyway. Thanks for waiting on the chap guys! Pls pls pls let me know what you thought of it!