p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"A fic for a sick friend. XD Shiro takes care of a sick Lance./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Lance got sick all the time on Earth. He'd been sick every Christmas for the past five years, and usually was out of commission for at least another week or two during the spring. He had no idea what was wrong with him; probably some weird space fly or something. Coran had given them all some sort of vaccine after they had first arrived, but br /Lance had known even then that he was going to get sick. Statistically, they were more likely to die from illness than anything else./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"But that statistic didn't scare Lance. Not at all./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I'm going to die!" He manages as he bends over, last night's dinner making it's way back up his throat. Shiro thrusts a bucket underneath him just before it splatters onto his blanket./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shiro rubs his back reassuringly. The fabric of his shirt sticks to the sheen of sweat that covers his skin. It's damp enough for Lance to feel the cool metal of Shiro's hand through it. "You're not going to die, Lance. It's just like the flu; it'll pass in a few days or so."/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"More green, acidic tasting goo spills into the bucket. The taste lingers on his tongue as he sits back up, using the backboard for support. "I get sick all the time. And this is like, level ten of flu's. It's a space flu."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shiro chuckles, and places the pot back on the side of the bed. "And you'll live. When I got sick the first time, I didn't even have a vaccine to ward off the worst of it and I had to fight in the arena anyways."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Lance coughs, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Does that mean I'll have to go to training?"/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The alarm starts to ring, and Shiro looks away, distracted. "Everyone, report to the bridge!" Coran calls over the intercom./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shiro turns back to Lance, an apologetic smile on his lips. "You'll be okay by yourself, okay? Just call if you get worse." And even though Lance's breath undoubtedly smells bad from him being sick, Shiro presses a chaste kiss to his forehead. He leaves Lance alone, sick as a dog, but somehow, it doesn't seem too bad. After all, if Shiro thinks he can handle it, he knows he can./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Lance got sick all the time on Earth. He'd been sick every Christmas for the past five years, and usually was out of commission for at least another week or two during the spring. He had no idea what was wrong with him; probably some weird space fly or something. Coran had given them all some sort of vaccine after they had first arrived, but br /Lance had known even then that he was going to get sick. Statistically, they were more likely to die from illness than anything else./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"But that statistic didn't scare Lance. Not at all./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I'm going to die!" He manages as he bends over, last night's dinner making it's way back up his throat. Shiro thrusts a bucket underneath him just before it splatters onto his blanket./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shiro rubs his back reassuringly. The fabric of his shirt sticks to the sheen of sweat that covers his skin. It's damp enough for Lance to feel the cool metal of Shiro's hand through it. "You're not going to die, Lance. It's just like the flu; it'll pass in a few days or so."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""For you, maybe, Mr. 'practically-adonis'. I get sick all the-" Lance starts, and then his stomach clenches again, and oh, god, how can he possibly have more to throw up?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"More green, acidic tasting goo spills into the bucket. The taste lingers on his tongue as he sits back up, using the backboard for support. "I get sick all the time. And this is like, level ten of flu's. It's a space flu."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shiro chuckles, and places the pot back on the side of the bed. "And you'll live. When I got sick the first time, I didn't even have a vaccine to ward off the worst of it and I had to fight in the arena anyways."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Lance coughs, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Does that mean I'll have to go to training?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shiro brushes the hair stuck to his forehead back, even though it's undoubtedly gross. "I think I'll let it pass. Just this once."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The alarm starts to ring, and Shiro looks away, distracted. "Everyone, report to the bridge!" Coran calls over the intercom./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shiro turns back to Lance, an apologetic smile on his lips. "You'll be okay by yourself, okay? Just call if you get worse." And even though Lance's breath undoubtedly smells bad from him being sick, Shiro presses a chaste kiss to his forehead. He leaves Lance alone, sick as a dog, but somehow, it doesn't seem too bad. After all, if Shiro thinks he can handle it, he knows he can./p