//AN//most of this story is dedicated to my new found friend GreenGalraPaladin who helped me , so dont give me all the credit. now with no further ado, lets get on with this story //

//3rd person//

Hunk ran down to the infirmary with the blood covered lance in his arms with Keith and the team not far behind. hunk places lance down on the operating table while Keith goes to find the first aid kit. Keith kept dropping thing as his mind was somewhere else.

//keith pov//( greengalrapaladin's work with tweaks)

No... not yet... please Lance... we NEED you... oh god...My hands glided over the first aid kit, i fumbled with the bandages and uncapped the hydrogen solution. my left hand was resting firm on Lances slit forearm, applying pressure. i suddenly stopped when my violet eyes meet the scars littered on Lances wet arm.

//3rd person//( all greengalrapaladin's work)

Keith was standing on the other side of the operating table  Lance had been placed on."Hunk pleas-" Keith whimpered as another cloth is drenched with crimson"I KNOW." Hunk wasn't doing to well, his normal bubbly smile had sanded into a frown, lined with tear stains on the edges. His usual graceful baking hands were shaky and reckless. Lance was beginning to sweat, the Cubans face was pale and scrunched in pain. God dammit Lance. Fight it. Wake up. Just please wake up to me."Put it above his heart." Hunk ordered more efficiently than Iverson. Keith's bony hands guided Lances arm above his heart. After a few minutes, Keith checked Lances wound. The bleeding, it was a lot better, Hunk slowly poured soppy water over the slit. "What happened to the peroxi-""Just shut it I know what im doing!" Hunk roared and gently dabbed the cut with a towel.

//lances dream/death dream//( all this part goes to greengalrapaladin)

All white. A white undershirt, white jeans, white shoes... everything around him was bright and luminous. A red light flowed through the air and rested a few feet from Lances reach. He took a step and the glass crumbled below him, he was falling for what seemed like eternity. A familiar voice sang in the distance, calling for him. Suddenly he hit the ground. A subtle stop. The lights around him faded away from the seemingly small kid, Lance. He was only 6 or 7 here. His older brothers and sisters were listening to him in a circle. He went on and on about being a cadet at the Galaxy Garrison in the U.S. Present day Lance smiled, how young and innocent he looked, how much has changed. But his siblings soon glowed the same bright red and abrupted into flames, Lance was taken aback but young Lance and his siblings continued to laugh and smile. The vision faded into Hunk, his bear hugs and his study tips, and his cookies. But once 13 yo Lance left, Hunk picked up a picture of his mother, his eyes seemed old and wise. He began to weep. He sobs drowned into Pidges mothers, crying over the sound of the Kerberos Mission report. A young "Katie" stands in the doorway, still in her PJs, not a tear to be seen, not a whimper to be heard. For on the inside, her heart was torn into a million pieces. Her eyes closed and when they opened, she was Shiro. He latched into a sandy brown haired boy with glasses. They were on the ground, holding each other in their arms, sobbing. That was his leader. His idol. Crying? A pit in Lances stomach seemed to widen. His vision corrected to a small Keith in the halls of Garrison. A few students snickered, some whispered when he walked by, a few even teased him. He put his iconic red hoodie up and walked out of the hallway, a single tear escaping him. He walked and walked, Lance tried to keep up bit the dessert wind was pushing him back. The sand blew around him, all he could see is yellow, than orange, than red. Fire swirled around him and a large man, a lot like Shiro, smiled and moved his lips,"I love you Keith..."Red engulfed him too. The young Keith screamed loud, but it dies out as he ages before his eyes. He looks up into Lances eyes, strings connect him to Lance. Can he see me? Lance wondered to himself. A sewn heart flows red and the jumble of strings knot in some places and flown straight in others. Lance looks at the connection to his heart, Sewn in blue. He looked up and Keith was closer this time, he held a conjoining string that glowed purple in the center. He put his hands on Lances shoulders slowly. He had waiting to feel this for forever. He got close and didn't break eye contact. He said one thing:"Wake up."

//3rd person//(all me*smiles*)

"wake up." keith says while grasping lance, his shoulders are shaking. lances eyes shot open and frantically looked around the room. when his eyes rested on keith they filled with tears.

"im s-so sorry keith." lance says with a small stutter. he looks down at hunk and the others that where all crying.

keith looks at lance with sad eyes,"lance..."

//AN//again most of this story belongs to greengalrapaladin. go check them out and follow. i prob wont update in a while so sorry.
I tweaked the last para Bc I didn't wanna mess up the other persons work :) ~V