Keith whined. Shiro held him down against the cold, uncomfortable floor. Coran was pulling out a long, poisoned sickle from Keith's abdomen. It went so deep that it may have punctured an organ, and definitely scraped his spine.

"O-ow, Shiro.." Keith was about ready to pass out, but his adrenaline made him feel like his body was the embodiment of a raging scream.

"I know, he's almost done," Shiro assured.

Keith groaned, moaning out in pain, "Ow... Fuck!"

Shiro made sure Keith's arms didn't flail, he didn't kick Coran with his knee, and he didn't bang the back of his head against the ground.

He leaned down and kissed Keith's nose, "How much longer?!"

Coran pulled it out finally, "All done, my boy. Looks like it barely missed your organs, but it hit your spinal cord-"

Keith growled and forced Shield arm away to try and sit up, but Shiro's robotic arm held him down, "Hell, no. Lay back down, we need to make sure the poison didn't seep too far into your blood system."

Keith huffed, sweaty as ever, "Since when did you become a doctor?"

Shiro smirked, "Since my hardhead boyfriend got his ass beat on an alien planet."

Keith rolled his eyes, "F*ck you."

Shiro nodded, "Time and place, babe."

Keith cringed, "Bad timing, Shiro."