Currently holiday, yaaay!

And not long ago I was skiing for the first time, and I looked like a wounded duck. But I only fell once! So that's good.

But something that was less good was these annoying kids in the back of the bus to the skiing place, singing Baby by Justin Bieber and NEVER SHUTTING UP!

*takes deep breath*

Lance's POV

O O O

Everywhere is chaos. Inside me and outside me. There is a rumble inside my body and all my functions are thrown around. I can't function, so what do I do instead?

I scream.

"He's going to die, isn't he?!" I know I'm placing another layer of fear onto Hunk's mind, but I can't stop. He's a squealing mess and his function is long gone, thrown out the window.

"He won't", Pidge insist but her face is wearing a perturbed expression. I know she knows that I notice, and she immediately looks away with a pout.

"How do you know that?" I blurt out.

"How do you know he's going to die?" Pidge fires back, pining me with a hard look. It's like she's throwing knifes at my eyes with her's, and I blink.

"Stop. Both of you", Allura snaps and I close my mouth with a slam. "Coran will come up with a cure to at least calm Keith down. Like a kind of painkiller."

"He better do it fast." Hunk's face is looking wan and lurid. He's stomping around the living room and biting his knuckles. "Is there any way we could help?"

"This is beyond your knowledge. You have no idea what the Jomboni's is capable of, and the worst part is that me and Coran are unsure too", the princess says and her voice suddenly gets darker. "The have changed, for the bad, and we know very little of the way they have become."

I hug my body to capture the remaining heat inside me. I let my eyes trail away from my teammates, and I immediately get rapt in my own thoughts.

I'm scared, no doubt about that, but I realize something by that.
I have always been scared; there was no general paus in my body, not for long, at least. It was a hidden fear, peeking out from behind the corners of my functions at some times.

And I know it goes for Keith too. Seeing that arguments can be easily triggered when you're angry - just like it happened with me and Pidge just now -, I understand the "rivalry" me and Keith always had. We were both scared. Of feelings, rejection, and realization.

Or, I know I was partly scared of the feelings I was feeling towards him. And the fact that he can actually be much better than me in anything. I knew that if I let my guard down, there would be no competition; Keith would've already won. Hell, even now he still wins.

But, I hope my guesses turns out to be true; we were - are - scared. Of the reality. And maybe the standards we have set for ourselfs, but that is now tumbling down.

Thru is... I'm scared as hell.

O O O

It's just Coran that steps into the living room hours after, and he's immediately surrounded by us, bombarded with questions. His hair is a orange mess, his wrinkles more evident.

"He's okay..." Everyone breathes out in relief. "But not for long. I don't know how long this cure will last."

"Can I see him?" I ask in a sheepish and weak voice. I feel four pair of eyes on me.

"One at a time", Coran tells. "And not for long. He's exhausted."

I don't wait for a second invitation as I nod eagerly and speed walk towards Keith's room, which is open again. I hear heavy breathing, but nothing more.

Shiro is hunched over Keith's body, his face nuzzled in Keith's shoulder, and he's sitting very still.

Keith's eyes are closed, and his mouth is open, giving out raspy breathes. His skin is a light pink, and it's terrifying.

"Is he asleep?" I whisper, hesitantly taking another step into the room.

Shiro doesn't move.

"Shiro?"

Now he shuffles, clearing his throat and lifting his head up, but he's not looking at me. He looks twice as tired as Coran is.

"He's asleep", Shiro confirms. He sounds strange. Like someone is clutching his throat.

"What happened?" I try for a low voice, but it turns out into a whimper. "He was shaking so violently..."

"You should go to sleep, Lance." I freeze. His voice is monotonous, and just plain. He sounds almost neutralized, like he really loses all his emotions, watching Keith in this state.

He literally sounds done with life.

"We will find a cure that will heal him completely", I persist, my voice going up an octave. "I'm sure of that. I will find it myself, if I have to."

"Lance..." The pain in his voice almost mute me, but I fight it.

"Can't we put him into the healing pod? Won't that work?"

Now he's looking at me and his eyes are bloodshot, not of tears, but of lack of sleep. "Coran said that it wouldn't help much. The big reason is in his head. It's less physical, and more mental. The Jomboni's are messing with his head, and Keith doesn't seem to know how to fight it."

Of course. Of course it needs to be more mentally. We can search for cures all we want, and prompt him with painkillers, but that won't change his set of mind.

So he needs help. If not my help.
And I will start now.

O O O

I'm sorry if this was short and you had to wait for this crap, but I promise you that my other Klance book will be better written and planned. And it will be on Earth, and they will have a normal life.