"I don't know what's wrong with Daniel. But I will ask" said Vince. "But can I finish breakfast first?"
I flopped on my bed my thoughts like fire in my head; hot unbearable and painful. I didn't want my thoughts to stray there. I only let my thoughts truly wander on my walks outside the castle. My infection was getting worse but out there, despite my increasing exhaustion I couldn't hold still.
Over the last two weeks the infection had reached sixty percent. Once it reached ninety five my body would shut down and at one hundred I would… I would d-die. At this rate I had seven weeks.
I couldn't think about that only having that amount of time for the rest of my life. If I was this sick already how much worse could I get? I had to make the best of this. For a fleeting second I wondered what would happen to Voltron force. Keith would have to take command of black lion. That was what was best for the team anyway.
It's not like I was going to be the pilot in the first place. Then the full realization hit me… I would never do anything else with my life. I only had seven weeks to live.
I my hands on my head I can't keep this up much longer, I can't pretend I don't know when I'm going to die, I thought, maybe you should just tell them. I argued with myself you can't do that. Imagine what they would think.
An image of Keith's stern face, Lance's disapproval, Pidge's horrified fascination, Hunk's open mouthed surprise, Allura's saddened sympathy, Vince's disappointed fear, and Larmina. She would be a mixture of all of them.
See, argued the side for keeping the secret, but they can help, fought the other side bravely.
"No they can't and you know that," I said out loud.
Vince was walking down the hall stealing himself for the upcoming attack. He had to confront Daniel. His normally hyperactive friend was acting strange. There was a sinking feeling in his gut but it was nothing to do with the upcoming fight. No, the dark feeling in his gut was guilt. It was guilt about telling Keith and lance about Daniel's infection.
What of it? He asked himself. The time of his friend's infection was over. Daniel wasn't infected anymore… was he?
That's when Vince's spirits sunk even lower.
i know the chapter is itty bitty but it was the best i could come up with i am experiencing writers block and this is my fall back i hope you enjoy the tiny chapter i have been writing more but i have to get it form paper to the computer and that will take a while. so i will eb updating before may i hope your happy
R&R please or i'll kill Daniel... wait i already am. R&R anyway