After Lance went to sleep, Shiro and Keith were asked to wait in the waiting room so that the doctors could check his head and leg.

"You know, they didn't have anything on his heart..." Shiro commented as we walked down the corridor.

"I think they removed the wires and just figured since he got better it'd be okay. It's not really a problem anymore since he's awake." Keith shrugged.

"I guess you're right." Shiro nodded.

They found themselves in the waiting room. Their original seats were taken--most, actually--but they found a wide seat that could fit the both of them on it. Shiro sat down first, and when Keith sat down he threw his opposite leg over Shiro's and snuggled up to his side. Shiro held him, and held his hand, and kissed his head.

"Why is Lance so stupid?" Keith started cursing.

"Hey, hey-"

"Shiro, he doesn't even remember, he only knows what the doctor told him, and the doctor said we... we couldn't even say anything about it?!"

"Keith-"

"He tried to kill himself, Shiro!"

"You don't think I know that?" Shiro snapped back, and Keith went silent. "You don't think I wish we could talk to him about it, and help him, and that this never happened to begin with?"

Keith furrowed his eyebrows, "I didn't say-"

"Lance will be okay. We will make sure of it. Okay?"

Keith wiped his cheek as a tear fell, and nodded, "Like we did before?"

"Keith, we couldn't have known before if he didn't say anything. But now we know, so we can help him."

"He didn't even-"

"Keith, stop dwelling, you're just making it harder on yourself."

Keith let out a sob, and then covered his mouth. Shiro burrowed his nose into Keith's neck, and kissed it lightly. He rubbed Keith's back with his thumb, and whispered to him that they'll all be okay.

We'll be okay, Keith assured himself. Lance is going to be okay.