A/N: Contains depressive states, feeling hopeless, and thoughts of wanting to be dead. 

Lance had no idea how long he stared up at his ceiling, he wasn't even sure he ever shut his eyes and fell asleep this evening. The next thing he knew was that there was knocking upon his bedroom door. Lance turned his head to the side to see his door being open and seeing Hunk standing there. 

Hunk sighed as he glanced over at Lance. He slowly entered and sat at the end of his bed. Lance turned his head and returned his attention back to his blank ceiling. 

"Lance-" began Hunk but Lance cut him off.

"I don't want to talk about it'' he said and turned over to lay on his side. 

"I know...it's just, this isn't going to help anyone especially you buddy'' said Hunk, "Breakfast in about 10 minutes, will you join me?"

Lance looked over his shoulder for a second. He really didn't want to get out of bed. He couldn't really place a finger on it. Maybe he was feeling bad for Keith, felt like he should have handled the situation better but deep down he knew that he did the best he could. His mind was just trying to find some reason to punish him for something that was completely out of his control. The main thing he was feeling was worry and concern for Keith. He had no idea why but for some kind of reason he felt really connected towards Keith. A piece of him wanted to protected Keith from the world, from the pain of his own mind.

"Lance?" questioned Hunk, breaking Lance out of his train of thought. He turned to face him, and blinked at him, asking him 'what' in silence.

"Are you coming with me or not?" asked Hunk as he stood to get up and leave.

"To where?" Lance asked, his mind thinking too much and too fast, his concerns about Keith clouding his entire mind that he had blocked out Hunk talking about going to breakfast. 

"To Breakfast'' said Hunk and looked sadly down at Lance. Lance paused for a second, allowing his mind to flow over those words. He really wanted to say 'no' to Hunk but the look on his only real friend in this place looked sad. So, Lance nodded his head and began to toss the blankets off of his body. He slowly climbed out of his bed, which sadly wasn't that comfortable. Lance really missed his bed at home but knew that the only way he was ever going to see, feel it again was if he got up and tried his best to improve himself. A small voice in the back of his head whispered to him as he left his room, following Hunk towards the cafeteria. 

"You're never going to get better. You're a failure.''

Lance closed his eyes for a moment, trying to not focus on that, on the words his mind told him for he really didn't want to believe that they were true but deep down, his heart already did believe that voice, already believed that he was a failure, that maybe there was no point in all of this.

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Keith's eyes slowly began to flutter open. 

He tried to reach up to clear his vision but he couldn't move his arms upwards. He sat up as much as he could and saw that his arms and legs were strapped down to the bed he was in. Keith began to shake his head quickly.

"NO! No, this isn't happening! Not again! No!" Keith thought as he struggled with his restraints. Tears slowly began to fall from his eyes and his heart broke. He fell backwards upon the bed and shut his eyes tightly. He yanked at his arms one more time even though he knew it was useless. Tears continued to roll down his face.

He felt so alone, lost and he just wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry everything away. He just wanted to disappear because this was the last place he ever wanted to be. 

Keith felt a pain in his chest. He was doing so well, was talking to new patients like Lance, who he really liked. 

"How could it all go so wrong?" thought Keith as a sob erupted out of him. His body began to shake as his mind began to attack him. 

Keith shook his head and slowly opened up his eyes. His vision was blurry from crying but he didn't really care at the moment. The only thing that he seemed to be focus on was that he was never ever going to be okay, or normal for that matter. He was never going to find someone who would actually love him for himself. That thought only brought more tears to his eyes. A flash of an image flashed across his memory. It was a smile, that both was real and warm. 
It was Lance's smile.

Tears clouded his vision even more that it looked like he was drowning, which was the exact feeling he was feeling at the moment. 

Deep down he felt like he had no hope. He was stuck once again in this room, once again a prisoner to his own mind and body. He had no hope left inside his chest so as he re-opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling as best as he could, there was one thought that stood out the most, one feeling that he hated the most but always seemed to come back to hurt him the most.

"I want to die'' Keith whispered to himself. He didn't care now how loud he cried, he was locked in this small room, trapped onto the bed and he felt like there was no hope or help left for him.

He didn't want to be like this anymore. He so badly wanted to be helped but it seemed that he was a lost cause, that he was helpless and that there was no one who was heroic enough to try to break down his walls that kept him trapped within his own world...his own life.