Inspired by keithkrogane (who has an awesome book up if anyone wants to go check it out)

Lance wanted to crawl into Keith's infirmary bed, but he couldn't. Keith was too fragile, even if he had medical assistance. Keith didn't deserve to hurt.

Zarkon had devastated Keith's physical state. The list was near endless of the kind of torture Keith endured in Zarkon's three-day grasp. He was malnourished, with an arm out of its shoulder socket, three broken ribs, a strained jaw, a broken nose, all five fingers broken, a burned tongue, and a chunk of his hip bone missing. It was... awful.

Lance held Keith's hand delicately. Keith groaned in his sleep, but hadn't woken up since the team saved him.

"Lance..." he mumbled.

"I'm here, baby," Lance rubbed his finger against Keith's wrist.

"Lance... The boy..." Keith mumbled.

The boy? Lance furrowed his eyebrows. He tried to wake Keith up, "Baby. Baby, hey, wake up. It's just me. What boy?"

Keith's eyes peaked open as he began to wake. He groaned loudly, "Ow."

"I know, I'm here," Lance replied. "Was there a boy with you?"

It took Keith a minute, but he replied, "Yeah... Yeah, a kid. In there. Zarkon beat him."

Lance frowned deeply. They hadn't saved everyone, he knew it.

"Lance... It hurts," Keith groaned.

"Where?" Lance asked to make sure

"A-abdomen," he said. Lance frowned even deeper. He had an injury there? On the inside maybe?

He called Coran inside immediately, but before he could say more to Keith, he was pulled out the room.

He shook his head, leaning against a wall and ignoring everybody.

This situation fricking sucked.