Trigger Warning: suicidal thoughts & tendencies.

Ship: Klance
Ages: teenagers
Type: Angst

Keith cried into Lance's shoulder, ugly-sobbing into his sleeve.

"Sh, it's okay," Lance comforted, holding him warmly and playing with strands of his hair.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I swear! I lost control again..." he explained, confused with his own feelings as he felt pathetic on the ground in his boyfriend's arms.

"I know you didn't," a lump caught in Lance's throat. "Listen, I think you should go to the hospital, okay?"

Keith shook his head, "No, my dad can't know.."

Lance sighed, "Honey, why? He will support you, I know it."

Keith sobbed louder without a reply. Lance stressful ly pushed his fingers through his own hair.

"Listen," Lance started, kissing the top of Keith's head, "I know it can be really hard sometimes. Sometimes people hurt themselves to try and fix something uncontrollable in their lives. But you can control how you react to these situations. Please, Keith, do something to help yourself, let us lend you a hand..." he felt a tear slip down his own cheek.

Keith sighed, groaning, "I'm ashamed for him to know, Lance. You don't understand! I hate this feeling... I hate being here... I don't know what's going on with me."

Lance shushed Keith again, "Honey, you shouldn't be ashamed of your own feelin-"

"Well I am!" Keith shouted.

Lance sighed lightly and rocked Keith. He took Keith's arm gently and checked to make sure he wasn't bleeding through his bandages, which he wasn't. Keith pulled his arm away.

"Keith," Lance said sternly, "Come to the hospital."

Deep down, Keith knew he should, but all he could do was refuse. "My head is fvcked up, Lance, not my leg, what are they going to do!?"

"They can heal your arm-" Lance started, but Keith interjected again: "It heals on its own, it's human skin!"

Lance wiped his cheeks free of tears, "Let me finish, Keith." He held onto Keith tightly, and continued, "And they can give you a space to calm down and get you mental treatment."

Keith laughed sarcastically, "If I pay two hundred bucks an hour for it. You think I have that kind of money? I eat Kraft mac'n'cheese for dinner with sometimes a glass of water, you think-"

"Keith, please calm down. Your health is more important."

"B-but it's not that I should spend the money on something else, Lance! There's no money to spend!" He started hiccuping through his cries.

"Keith, I'm sorry, okay? But your insurance might cover it also, since you're low-income."

Keith hadn't thought of that. He immediately felt ashamed, guilty, and overwhelmingly embarrassed.

Lance kissed Keith's head again, but Keith pushed him again, "Don't do that!"

Lance frowned, "I'm sorry, Keith, I won't do it again." Keith had previously told him that it was fine to do that, they'd reach the boundary to not ask, and he said it calmed him down, but maybe Keith was in too vulnerable of a state for that kind of thing. He screamed at himself in his head for not realizing this. He wishes he could understand the pain Keith felt, to at least help Keith get through it.

"Lance, I..." Keith cried into his shoulder, "Why do the tears keep coming?!"

He felt miserable. This was a new low, breaking in front of people now. He didn't think it could get worse, but it had, and he couldn't take it even more. He was dangerously close to being numb again, and he couldn't survive another hour of that confusion. Numbness is pain, ironically.

Lance is right, he told himself. Just shut the fvck up and stop saying anything... he will take care of you...!

Lance rocked Keith again, "Listen. If I take you to the hospital, you don't have to say anything. You don't have to do anything. You don't have to answer their questions, just lay in the chair, okay? You will be safe, I promise, and I will be there for as long as I can. Promise me you'll come."

Lance was met with silent. He wasn't sure what to do, as Keith ceased his crying, falling tired. He stood, embracing Keith still, and luckily Keith stood with him. He walked Keith to the door, grabbed his jacket it and wrapped it around his boyfriend's shoulders, and he looked Keith in the eyes.

"It's always going to be okay. One way or another, as sadness may be inevitable at times, so is happiness. And you are going to make it."

He pulled Keith out of the door, careful of his wrist.

Thank you, Lance.