While I wait to retrieve my iPad (story on my message board) I'll upload a prewritten chapter for y'all! Enjoy!

Warning: violence and upsetting scenes are in this chapter.

The whole castle shook as Hunk ran to his lion. He heard the sirens and panicked, terrified for Pidge's safety. He raced through the path to the cockpit, wearing his armor over his normal clothes instead of his undersuit, crashing into his chair and shooting out of the hangar at a surprising speed. He turned to see everyone else flying out as well before getting into formation. A fleet of Galra battleships was waiting to greet the lions, huge squads of drones pouring out to attack. Hunk didn't need to speak, feeling the intentions of the other Paladins and Matt. They needed to weaken the ships so they couldn't follow before retreating. Destroying the ships was not the main priority at the moment, Pidge was, and she would be protected at all costs. Hunk barreled towards a warship fearlessly, colliding with the cockpit at full speed, destroying the area where he hit. He shook the impact off and headed towards another warship, not bothering to look at the others. He ignored the sounds of radio chatter and continued his path of destruction despite hearing Lance's high-pitched yelling. That was a mistake. The yellow lion turned of her own accord as an ion cannon shot towards then. Hunk tried to dodge, but the front of his lion took the brunt of the impact. The last thing he remembered was an intense pain and the sounds of screaming— was that him?— and then, nothing.

"HUNK!" Lance sobbed, voice shaking with anger and grief. The sounds of Hunk's screams rang through his head like those catchy early 2000s pop songs and he hated it. Lance fired his laser at the mouth of the cannon, effectively disabling it before helping the others guard Hunk and his lion. In a flash, the battle was over, the ships having retreated after constant beatings from Team Voltron. Lance went to help Shiro tow Hunk and Yellow back to the castle, the radios in tense silence. After landing, Lance ran out of the cockpit, throwing his helmet to the side and going to try and pry the Yellow Lion open. He looked at Blue, asking for help, before receiving an image of an escape hatch in the Yellow Lion's underbelly. He nodded in thanks before running to open the hatch and scramble inside. The whole lion was a mess, with wires hanging and sparking everywhere. Lance ran to the cockpit and was met with the sight of Hunk, battered and bruised, crumpled on the floor. He wasn't moving. Lance screamed for help and grabbed the first aid kit held in the control panel before going to help Hunk. Shiro dashed in soon after, helping a terrified Lance immobilize Hunk's back and neck before transport.
"Alright, Lance, stay calm. We need to get a board under Hunk so we can carry him out safely, okay?" Lance nodded and grabbed a large piece of detached sheet metal to place under Hunk. After this, the two men hefted Hunk out of the lion with some difficulty. Coran and the rest of the team (minus Pidge) was there waiting with a gurney to take Hunk to the healing pods. After some maneuvering, Lance helped Coran get the yellow paladin on the stretcher and ready for the pod.
"I'm sorry, my boy," Coran sighed, helping him get Hunk ready. Lance shook his head and finished his task.
"I'm just gonna go... process this..." He said, shaking. Coran nodded and watched the boy leave, face somber in thought. Lance walked to his room undisturbed and sat on his bed, pulling his jacket off and his sleeves up. He sighed. "I haven't done this in quite some time, huh?" He asked to nobody in particular. He grabbed his pocket knife from his backpack and went to his bathroom to stand over his sink. The motion of dragging the blade across his wrist was all too familiar, though it was in a new place. Lance thought about how he saw Pidge's arms and knew what she was feeling immediately. He remembered his nightmares of the healing pod not working. He saw her face, all too pale as he laid her in the ground on Earth. Hunk's screams echoed through his head and all too soon Lance was too shaky to hold his blade. He dropped it on the counter and fell to the floor, laying against the wall while he tried to blot the blood with a towel. He was lightheaded, and terribly so, but he couldn't ask for help. He needed this. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard his lion roar inside of his head, sending electric tingles throughout his body. Blue was upset, and she wanted Lance to stop hurting. Lance stood up shakily and grabbed a roll of gauze, sloppily wrapping his arms and stopping most of the bleeding before collapsing on his bed and falling asleep.
The next thing Lance knows, Coran is shaking him frantically, yelling something about Pidge. Lance sat up quickly, discreetly hiding his arms with the blankets.
"Pidge is awake!! She needs us!" Coran yelled, alight with excitement and worry. Lance gasped and nodded.
"Alright Coran! Give me a moment to get ready, you hear?" The redhead nodded and left, Lance throwing on a clean shirt and his jacket to cover his wounds before dashing to the healing ward where Pidge was. The girl was sitting at an incline on her bed, shaking and obviously terrified. Lance immediately slowed down his approach and gave her time to react before taking one of her hands in his own. It seemed that Lance was the first one there, having been the closest and the first one Coran would've called. Pidge spoke, her voice barely above a crackling whisper, weakly squeezing Lance's hand.
"Me et exsomnis?" She asked, shaking. Lance frowned.
"What?" He asked, earning a confused look from Pidge.
"Me. Et. Exsomnis?" She repeated. Lance took a moment to think about the words. "Me" must be referring to the self, he thought, and "somnis" means sleep, as in insomnia, so "exsomnis" must mean out of sleep. He decided to ask Pidge.
"Are you awake?" He repeated, making sure he understood. She nodded. "Yes. I am really here this time, I promise. And I'm never leaving you again, okay?" Lance's voice was low and full of emotion. Pidge teared up and nodded, opening her arms weakly for a hug. Lance hugged her gently, running his fingers through her matted hair, shushing her quiet sobs. She buried her face in his shoulder, completely and utterly relieved to be home. Shiro and Matt ran in soon after, stopping short as the two saw Pidge clinging to Lance as she cried.
"Pidge...?" Matt asked, slowly reaching out to Pidge. She pulled him into the hug as well, placing her ear over his chest to hear his heartbeat. She did the same to Lance before looking up and noticing Shiro, Keith, Allura and Coran standing back to give her space. She let go of Matt and Lance and opened her arms for a hug from Shiro and Keith. They both ran over, Keith openly crying as she hugged him. Pidge then listened to his and Shiro's hearts, relaxing when she heart them beating. She looked around and frowned, voice shaking in fear when she spoke.
"Q-quo et Hunk...?" She asked, looking around shakily. Shiro spoke softly, trying to keep Pidge calm. Her heart rate was too fast.
"Can you say that in English?" He asked. She looked at him in confusion.
"Hic est anglicus!" She shook, her frail body barely containing her emotions. She looked like she was about to fall apart, and that worried Shiro. He looked at Matt, who thought a moment before speaking.
"You're asking about Hunk, right?" She nodded. "Well, he's alright. He just needs a day or two in the healing pods. It's nothing to worry about" Matt placed a calming hand on her shoulder. Despite his reassurance Pidge stiffened, her pulse skyrocketing. Shiro looked at Coran worriedly, and the advisor stepped up, adding some sedative to her IV. She immediately relaxed, laying back on her pillow and snuggling into the blankets.
"I believe that's enough for right now," Coran said. "Let's have someone new on watch, okay?" Matt was the first to raise his hand to volunteer, and Lance was about to object before the pain of his wrists and the fatigue from the past months caught up with him. He moved to let Matt have his seat, earning a nod from the older man in thanks. Lance left without a word and went back to sleep, his mind filled with concern for Pidge.

Matt hummed a Latin hymn his mother used to sing to him at night, rubbing Pidge's arm gently in an effort to help her sleep. The troubled girl was shaking, terrified about her nightmares, reluctant to have the chance of facing Haggar again.
"What's wrong, Pidge?" Matt asked softly, moving to play with his sister's hair. She shuddered and whimpered.
"Ego timor..." Matt frowned and kissed her forehead comfortingly.
"There's no need to be afraid. I'll protect you. You'll never leave my arms again, you hear?" Pidge nodded shakily at his words, curling up tighter and closing her eyes after a moment. Matt continued to comfort her until he was sure she was asleep, but the two had only a few moments of peace before Pidge started dreaming. Her mumbling started out soft but quickly escalated into full blown screaming and crying in Latin. She thrashed around in her bed, her heart rate speeding up, forcing Matt to have to strap her down. She stopped the movements after a few minutes, but not before some of her wounds reopened and her nose started bleeding. Matt swore and called Shiro for help instead of Coran, giving the advisor a break for once. After a minute or so, Shiro came running in at full speed, gasping and immediately going to assess the damage. A large gash across Pidge's back had torn open at its deepest points and were gushing an angry red, creating a fast-growing puddle on the blankets. She started to toss and turn again.
"Pin her down! I'm gonna have to stop the blood!" Shiro ordered, Matt scrambling to do what he was told. Shiro ripped open the back of Pidge's medical gown and pressed a compression bandage to the wound, earning a cry from the small girl. He cringed, but held pressure nonetheless. He looked at the heart monitor and gasped, terrified at how fast Pidge's pulse was. Matt was whispering into the girl's ear, trying to calm her down with a mix of Latin, English, and other languages he picked up while in space, but the attempt was futile. The green paladin's heart was just beating too fast for her frail little body to handle, and it gave out, causing her to go eerily still.
It was at this moment that Matt knew his life was over. The sound of the heart rate monitor flatlining was a sound that shattered Matt's very spirit into little pieces, the young man uttering a cry from the depths of his soul as he collapsed to his knees. How was he going to tell his parents? He gripped Pidge's hand tightly as he cried, startling when Shiro basically slapped him upside the head.
"Get out of my way!" The man yelled, shoving Matt aside and picking Pidge up. He laid the girl on the floor and Matt couldn't help but see how she was so small, so fragile in this moment. All her fire was gone and she was dead, goddamnit! She was dead and Matt couldn't do anything about it. Shiro yelled another order but Matt didn't hear until Shiro slapped his cheek yet again, leaving a stinging sensation where he hit.
"Goddamn it, Matt! Call Coran and grab the defibrillator!" He yelled. Matt stumbled to his feet and did as he was told. Shiro muttered an apology to Pidge before placing his hands over her chest and beginning CPR. The man grimaced as he felt her rips pop under the pressure of his chest compressions, but he didn't stop, fearing instead the alternative to a few broken bones. Matt ran over with the Altean defibrillator and placed it at Shiro's feet, watching in utter horror. Shiro turned the machine on without missing a beat as he continued his rhythm of compressions. Matt watched as the following moments through a haze of pain as Shiro grabbed the machine and ripped the front Pidge's shirt open before placing the paddles on the correct places without skipping any step. He turned the machine on and everything seemed to slow down for Matt. He saw the machine charge up. He watched Shiro push the operation button. Pidge's torso lifted up as the paddles sent a huge amount of electricity into her chest. She didn't respond. Shiro tried again. Matt watched Pidge's body lift another time. He saw her whole frame shudder with a gasping breath as her heart jump started and Matt cried. He sobbed and dashed forward to cradle Pidge in his arms as she gulped air and slowly came to, rocking her gently and burying his face in her hair. Shiro covered Pidge's bare chest with his jacket, turning just in time to see Coran rush in fast as lightning, his hair mussed and shifted out of his disguise. Shiro nodded to Coran and seemed not to notice the man's scars as he explained what happened. Matt didn't care to hear any of this, though. His baby sister was safe and alive, and nothing else mattered.