Keith gasped for air, and Coran pushed Lance out of the way.

Lance watched from the side, anxious and terrified. Shiro rushed in, standing next to Lance.

Coran began doing his work. Checking Keith's tongue, mouth, throat, temperature, wounds, stomach density, etc. At the end, Keith was overworked from all the prodding, aching and puking Coran had either conducted or witnessed. Keith was laying, breathing a bit heavily, all sprawled out.

"Keith!" Lance called, rushing to his side as soon as he could. He took Keith's hand immediately and rubbed his knuckles.

Keith groaned quietly, and Shiro set a hand on Lance's shoulder, then the other on Keith's knee. Coran stepped back and sighed, "He's stable for now. I think I know what's wrong. Shiro, if you may."

Coran brought Shiro into the hallway and talked beyond Keith and Lance's earshots.