a/n: ill update previous chapters soon. just updated the entirety of "Ghost Keith", lol (another fanfic i did, lil plug here)) : )
tw: vom ref,
Coran gave Lance different medicine.
When Lance woke, he felt better, although sore...the medicine worked.
All the sleeping had helped too.
Lance was up before the others, doing his skin care routine, taking a long bath then wandering to the kitchen. He was starting to feel really hungry so he started rooting around the kitchen.
Lance had gotten good sleep but dark eye bags rimmed the bottom of his eyes, his skin an unhealthy color. Lance knew when he had looked in the mirror this morning. It looked off...like something bad was happening.
It was probably the lack of food.
Hunk walked in, smiling his goofy smile. Hunk's face brightened further at Lance standing, moving, and not attached to a toilet.
"Hey you look a lot better."
Lance wasn't sure if it was a lie.
"Thanks." Lance gave a half smile.
"Permission to hug?" Hunk gave a full wattage smile back.
"Hunk! Yes! You know I love hugs." Lance chuckled and melted into Hunk's arms.
Lance could have sworn Hunk stiffened when he wrapped his arms around Lance but he was so happy to have some contact after being alone in bed sick all that time.
Lance stopped the hug first, "Do we have any snacks other than that stuff? Please tell me we do...I'm sooo hungry."
He grabbed a bowl, wanting any sort of food. His stomach did a flip but Lance chalked that up to just being hungry. It was just hunger.
Hunk knew what his friend was referring to.
"Yeah we do. I just picked some up yesterday for you. Wasn't sure when you would come around." Hunk said slyly, "You look like you could use it."
Lance had a questioning look on his face.
So Hunk explained, "You look like you have lost a couple of pounds."
"Ohhh...Then snacks it is!" Lance smiled, lying.
Hunk returned it, a glow in his eyes.
"Yeah, I put them right..." Hunk opened a cabinet and began rooting around in it, "Ah-ha! Here you go bud."
It was a granola bar, high in protein and intended to replace both breakfast and lunch. Lance knew he needed this because he had skipped...a lot. Laying in bed all day, having a fever, and retching when there was nothing. Lance sat down and Hunk was mixing something. Lance was very hungry, and opened the bar very slowly. Hunk was watching like a protective mother hen.
"You probably need this too." Hunk handed him a tall glass of clear liquid, with a lid on top, "Electrolytes and water."
"Thank you." Lance could only stare at the bar in mock gratefulness.
He was actually very scared and sad.
"You're welcome." Hunk nodded, smiling to himself.
Hunk was grabbing a spoon, settling on space goo. Lance's stomach turned at the sight of it, but he ignored that feeling. It was fine, don't think about it.
"So what have you been up to?" Lance asked, taking a small bite from the bar.
"Oh ya know." Hunk walked to the breakfast bar, "Training, then some Earth based exercise. Push-ups. Sit-ups. One mile lap round the ship. And we have had meetings about the mission that's going to take place in about an Earth day."
"What?" Lance paled, putting down his bar, "I have been down for that long?"
Hunk nodded, "Yeah. Probably sit this one out since you just got moving and all."
"Hm." Lance nodded in return, to himself, "Dang."
Hunk did not mention the meetings about Lance and hummed lightly.
Lance looked to his friend and when Hunk sat down next to his friend, Lance gagged. He turned his face in the other direction, stomach lurching violently.
"Frick- Sorry." Lance said politely.
"Oh, is it the food?" Hunk frowned, scooting away, "I didn't know you would have that reaction. Probably still a bit queasy, huh?"
Hunk was sitting a space away from Lance, a buffer between them and at this Lance's shoulders fell, he didn't take any more bites of his bar.
"I don't know." Was all Lance could say.
He felt bad he couldn't finish the bar but strong at the same time.
Lance said bye and went back to his room to crawl back into bed.
