Lance had clinical depression, obviously. He was diagnosed with a shattered leg, repairable, and a ripped tendon, which is repairable but might take some physical therapy and a little while of resting. His head took some damage, but luckily the only permanent damage could be memory loss. Granted, not the worst that it could be, but Keith being Keith was concerned and upset anyway.

Keith hated how this happened, too. Of course he did! Who would be happy about their loved one attempting suicide? But Keith felt so. . . full of regret. Lance knew Keith has dealt with similar issues, yet Lance didn't feel comfortable sharing with Keith about what was going on. Hell, Keith still deals with suicidal thoughts, but he always felt safe reaching out for help when it came to his two boyfriends. He never felt abandoned. Did Lance really feel abandoned, enough to drive so far away and. . .  and crash the damned car?

Keith shook his head, looking angrily at the floor, angry at himself. He should've noticed, he should've paid closer attention, he's should've known!

Keith played with Shiro's tuff of hair, stringing it through his fingers as if it were silk. Lance should be waking up soon. Then, just a little while left until they could go home. Of course, Shiro is going to insist Keith go home tonight, eat some non-hospital food for dinner, and Keith honestly just didn't feel like dealing with that but he's going to have to deal with a lot of things. Welcome to his pity party.

-

When Lance woke up, Shiro and Keith had already been invited into his hospital room. Keith was, promptly, laying on Lance, but not enough to harm him or get in the way of any monitors. He had his head resting on his boyfriend's shoulder, his arm strung across his abdomen, his legs touching the other's. Shiro was sitting in a chair on the other side of Lance, one hand holding Lance's and his other cupping Lance's face.

Lance smiled, "Hey, guys, came to party?"

No one laughed at his joke, but Shiro did crack a small, sad smile.

"How are you?" Keith asked bluntly.

Lance blinked, not expecting the question, "I-I'm okay."

"Bullshit!" Keith snapped. Lance blinked back, his frown top evident on his usually comedic facial structure.

"Keith-" Shiro started, but was interrupted immediately.

"He remembers, I asked the doctor while you were asleep. So he's sitting in this damn hospital room, looking me in the eyes while-"

"Keith-"

"He just tried to kill himself and now he's sitting here telling me he's fine!"

"KEITH- That's enough." Shiro snapped back.

Keith was breathing heavy, fuming out of anger. "How could you?! Do you know how close we were to losing you?"

Lance's mouth hung a little. He stuttered, "I-I. . ." He couldn't respond with words and he started crying silently. Shiro rubbed Lance's hand and wiped his tears, then stood and walked around the bed to Keith.

"Lance, you big f*cking idiot!" Keith yelled. "I care about you so much, why couldn't you just-" Keith couldn't finish before Shiro pulled him into a hug and rubbed his shoulders to calm his down. A few tears fell from the boy's face.

"Do you know how scared I was?" Keith said quieter than before.

Lance started crying again, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Shiro sat Keith down on the bed, who wouldn't make eye contact with Lance. Shiro then sat next to Keith.

With sympathetic eyes, Shiro responded, "Lance, you have nothing to apologize for. But Lance, Keith is right, this is serious. You need to start reaching out when you're having negative feelings. Keith and I... we're both here for you, and we love you deeply. Can you promise me that you'll tell us next time?"

Lance wiped away his tears and nodded, "I'm so sorry, this is so hard. . ."

Shiro bent over and kissed away the boy's tears, "I know, baby, I'm sorry. But you'll be all right. We are going to be all right."

Keith let out a sob he was holding in, but covered his mouth immediately. He bent down and buried his face into Lance's shoulder, tears still trekking down his cheeks.

"I love you," he said. That's all he said.