hey you guys! I'm sorry. I took some time kinda focusing on me I guess. I'm really sorry for leaving you guys with no updates. Anyway, I have some really good ideas for this story and I hope you all are still interested<3 (sorry I suck at author note things)
Love you all!

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Keith sat in silence for about an hour in a chair next to Lance's bed. He listened to the heart monitor and stared at his shoes.
How could this be happening
He thought over and over.
Keith didn't know any medical terms!

His crush could be dying!

no.

NO.

Lance was NOT his crush.

And he was not dying.

Keith continued waiting. He looked at Lance. His own shoes. Out the window. Back at Lance. Over and over again... for at least an hour.

Everyone else was down in the dining hall. Keith had spent the night in the same chair. He has basically memorized everything about the room.
He just sat around, helplessly waiting.

It was awful.

Lance had two injuries. One from where the bottle Zain threw smacked into his forehead, and the other on the back of his head where he fell to the ground.

Keith was terrified. This could mean anything. What if Lance woke up and couldn't remember him?

He got up from the chair for the first time in about 6 hours and paced around the hospital room. He stopped after about ten minutes and stood in front of the window. He froze when he heard the door open behind him. He heard soft footsteps and a hand rest on his shoulder.

"Hey buddy" It was Hunk.
"Hey" Keith said.
They stood in silence, looking out at the rows and rows of cars sitting in the parking lot. Neither knew what to say. These two hadn't been counted as friends in years.

Since the beginning of high school they had just been strangers, with a whole lot of memories.

"He cares about you, you know" Hunk said, nodding his head towards Lance. "Back in middle school, he looked up to you. He wanted to be you... Or beat you."

Keith smiled at the thought of Lance McClain with braces, attempting beat Keith in basketball.

"It was hard for him to lose you" Hunk said, Keith noticed the sadness in his tone. "Honestly it was hard for all of us. Nothing has been the same since then."

Keith took a deep breath in and sighed, still facing the window. He heard the door open again.

"Hey how are you holding up?"

Pidge.

Keith shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey..." She said, stepping closer. "Everything is going to be ok. Lance is tough. He has like 100 siblings, he's used to this. He'll be ok."

Keith inhaled deeply and nodded his head. "Thanks" he said after turning to Pidge.

"are you worried about him as more than a friend?" Pidge asked slyly.

"What?!?" Keith yelled. "What are you talking about?!" He could feel his cheeks lighting on fire.

"Oooh come onnnn." Pidge laughed. "I see the way you look at him!"

"Pidge he's not even conscious! Now isn't the time to be shipping us together!" Keith yelled, a deep blush spreading all the way to his ears.

"Haha whatever" Pidge said with a laugh. "He looks at you the same way... If you were wondering" and with that, she walked out the door.

Keith looked at Hunk, who shrugged his shoulders.
"She's not wrong" he said, pulling on the door handle and beginning to walk away "come down and eat soon!" He yelled before it shut.

Keith covered his face with his hands,
Hiding his blush. He turned and looked at the brunette boy sleeping behind him. He smirked at his face when he was sleeping.

"Idiot" Keith thought, looking at Lance snoring peacefully.

Keith cautiously walked towards him, standing on his tiptoes. He finally reached the bed, and stood over it, starting at the boy.

"You're beautiful" he mumbled. Thinking of the car ride to the hospital from the night before, when the streetlights made him glow.

This boy was amazing. He had stitches in his head and still looked good.

Keith slowly leaned down, and planted a kiss right next to the stitches on Lance's head.

When he backed away, he felt his cheeks light up all over again and he quickly walked away from the bed.

"Stupid Lance" he said, frustrated at his own feelings.

Keith looked at the brunette boy one last time before walking over to the door and pulling on the handle, just as his friends has done moments before. He began to step out when suddenly he heard something from behind him...

"that was rude"