Keith is trying to appreciate the fact Shiro remembered to bring some clean, comfy clothes for him to dress to try to forget how badly his arm hurts when he lifts it or how his ribs protest every time he moves, but it's not being easy so far.
It's the morning after the accident, and Keith woke up to Shiro next to him again, as if he had never left his side. The discharge papers were signed, and Keith is currently trying to squeeze his sore, heavily casted arm through the gray tshirt sleeve with Shiro's help. The sweatpants were a bit easier, though Keith can feel the already relaxed and old waistband just too tight on his bruised hip. He squeezes his eyes shut. It has been a day since he was hurt, but he is already so sick of being in so much pain. He just wants it to stop.
'Keith? You okay, kiddo? Shiro places a hand on his knee, trying to make eye contact while Keith looks down at his lap.
'Yeah,' he answers, uncertain, 'wanna go home.'
Shiro feels a pang on his heart, feeling bad for Keith, and for not being able to make him feel a little better. 'Hey, we'll be home in no time, I promise.' After the sling is back on, securing Keith's broken arm tightly against his chest, Shiro helps him sit on a wheelchair and drapes a red hoodie over Keith's shoulders, trying to spare him from some more agonizing minutes moving his broken arm.
A nurse wheels Keith to the parking lot where their car is, and Shiro follows. Once inside the car, Keith breathes in relief, happy to finally get out of the hospital.
The ride isn't too long, but when Shiro looks to the passenger seat, ready to help Keith out of the car, he's asleep. Shiro brings his hand to stroke Keith's hair gently, trying to wake him up.
'Come on buddy. We need to get you to bed.' Keith's brow furrows and lets out a small sigh as he wakes up. 'Come on, I'll help you.'
Keith finally gets inside, slowly shuffling with Shiro's help. As soon as he gets to his room, he lays on the bed, ready to fall asleep again. Shiro takes off his sneakers and covers him with the blankets.
'Get some rest.' He runs his fingers through Keith's black hair and closes the curtains, darkening the room, before leaving for his own room to get some rest himself.