How I sleep knowing I have two projects needing to be done in Sunday, a presentation and two tests the week after:

And here you have very accurate picture of me in school:

O O O

It isn't supposed to be like this when I first wake up after an amount of time I don't know. The joy shouldn't have vanished away this fast, and Lance's eyes shouldn't still have tint of worry in them. I'm awake now, he should be a hundred percent happy and nothing beyond that, nothing less. I shouldn't be feeling like I slept for a year and a half; I'm very curious as to how long I was asleep and it's only now I realize that I was never awake. This paradise never existed in the first place, and it's hard to add it all up in my head, especially when I have a really bad headache.

I can't lift my head up, but I know that everyone is looking at me, and Lance isn't the only one here. But he is the only one I can see right now, and I don't know how I should feel about his face expression. Is he happy? Is he angry? Maybe both? But if I look closely enough I see he's mortified, like I was just brought back to life after several years of being dead and crawled out of my grave to knock down the door to his house and scream I'm alive biscuits!, or something.

I feel the familiar softness under me and the dunken blue light embracing me, and I breath out, closing my eyes and trying to grip onto something to assure myself I'm in reality.

My fingers comes in contact with warm soft skin and I jerk my hand away faster than I thought I could, and open my eyes again, ignoring the wave of pain through my head and the sting in my eyes.

Lance still holds my gaze as he takes my hand back and gently squeeze it, running his dry thumb over my sweaty palm, and the tenderness throws me off guard. I just stare at him, my lips slightly parted and my hair sticking to my damp forehead.

I see a figure behind Lance's - who is sitting on the edge of my bed - and I take my hand away from him again to lay it flat on my stomach, feeling a hollowness instantly. I blink and see five more figures appearing - but really they were there all the time - and I can immediately feel the room being full, the air thicker. It's too many here, I can't think clear if this many people is in my room at the same time, all looking at me.

I see something pink and I immediately gasp, sitting up and gripping my head afterwards, groaning. But I try to focus again, even if Lance is calling after me and telling me to lay down again, and my head feeling like it will just give up and scrumble to a little paper ball.

It's not a Jomboni. This is Allura.

In a pink armor. Like ours, but pink.

I feel my whole inside stiring.

"How..." I clear my throat when my word comes out barely as a whisper. "How l-long have I been... a-asleep?"

Lance grips my arm and try to lay me back down again but I shake his arm off and glare at him, wanting to stand up but I know my legs will fail me. I want to throw up, but I'll have to wait. I look over to see Allura meeting my eyes with painful looking ones, but then she averts her eyes to the side and press her lips together.

Hunk is looking as uncomfortable as he's used to look in serious situations, Pidge is looking straight at me, but she isn't wearing any different expression from the others, and Shiro is reaching for me, trying to get Lance of the bed to hug me or something.

Everything is just off. It isn't supposed to be like this at all. This should be the perfect reunion, happy faces and we've all missed you crap and hugs and shit. Even if I hate all of that, I want it much more than... whatever the hell this is.

"How long have I been asleep!" I scream again and my voice is snapped in half, husky and not usable. My whole body hurts, my jaw is aching and I know it's because I'm gritting my teeth to hold in a sob. I never cry, and when I feel like doing it, it's always a very serious case.

Pidge steps forward and doesn't hesitate to say: "We found you a month and a half ago, and since then you have still been asleep, even as we were looking for you."

I close my mouth and everything in me drops, shatters on the floor. Every thought I was possibly thinking withers away.

"A month... and a half", I repeat monotonous and every possible feeling I had stored inside me is now gone. I'm completely emotionless. This is what emotionless really means. Being this numb, this emptied by words, thoughts and feelings and not knowing what to do anymore.

A month and a half. Many things can happen in that amount of time, and that explains why Allura is wearing that armor. She has never had that on before, and I have never seen it or heard of it. Why isn't she wearing her regular armor? Why does is seem like everybody is waiting for an outburst or something?

"Allura..." I try to say and my voice is raspy and weak. As weak as I'm feeling right now. I'm sweating something fierce. "Allura... your armor....Why are you wearing that? Are you flying a lion?"

I didn't mean to be serious about the last part, it's more intended to be asked like a question I know is stupid and will give me an safe answer, but the look on everybody's faces makes me doubt, and I wait for Allura to meat my eyes again but she doesn't.

Lance looks over at me and it looks like he's biting on a lemon while pouring ice cubes down his spine.

"Keith..." I hear from somewhere in the room and I snap my head towards Shiro, who's getting beside me and cupping my hands in his big ones, and I feel my chest tightening, my lungs working hard to give me oxygen to breath and get out the waste. I feel a stinging feeling behind my eyelids and it starts to burn in my throat, up to my ears and lastly my eyes.

"Keith", he says again and I can't seem to move. "You need to rest, and you don't know how happy we are to see you awake. We don't want you to exhaust yourself. So please just try to calm down..."

"It sure doesn't look like you're happy, more like you're all about to shit your pants", I finally say and take back my hands, setting them beside me. The anger is my voice for the moment. "And I don't need to rest more. I have rested for a month and a half, after all. So I just have one question: who's lion is Allura flying? Or is there another lion I haven't been introduced to yet?"

Silence.

It's nothing new to me, but now it's the first time in very long time that I actually hate it. This silence gives too much possibilities, too much what if's, it leaves too much room in my head to fill up with every possible thought there is to catch in this moment.

But I know that there is only one possibility, only one of those what if's that is true.

"There has been an... imperative change regarding the pilots of the... lions...", Allura says ever so slowly and her words hang in the air for some seconds before falling to the ground.

I gulp. I blink. I breathe out but there is no air coming out.

Red isn't mine anymore.

Somebody else is piloting her.

I turn to the side and throw up.

O O O

I'm sorry if this was maybe a bit boring and depressing, but I caught you off guard there, eh?

Probably not, but I wanted to do something unexpected and not have that typical happy reunion and hugs and stuff.

Sometimes you need some drama in you life.