They had laid Keith back down, after many complaints, in warm clothes and a small fan setup for him. He shivered a bit, but was already heating up again.

Right now, Lance was sitting next to his bed, them two the only ones in the room.

"Keith, may I ask you another question?" Lance offered to kill the silence.

Keith nodded, feeling sickly, "Why not?"

"What kind of anxiety do you have?"

Keith pondered that one. He wasn't actually sure. He assumed paranoid, but he wasn't very social either, "I don't know."

Lance just accepted the response.

Suddenly, Keith coughed viciously, and Lance reacted by setting a hand on his back, "Hey, you okay?"

Keith coughed spit out onto his pillow, "Fuck... I feel a knot in my abdomen."

Lance looked at him with confusion. Was that... where his stomach was? He guessed it was right by the wound, but he didn't know how to paint the picture in his head. Nonetheless, he was worried.

"Should I get Coran?"

Keith shook his head, wincing, "N-no, I'm fine."

Lance hesitated, "Are you sure? Coran wants to stay updated with your condi-"

Keith leaned forward, his head reaching just beyond the bed frame, and he puked all over the floor. Lance immediately pulled back his hair, but noticed a little bit of red, and an icky white. He inhaled, and yelled for Coran immediately.

To be continued