“… Was your head actually bleeding, though?” That was the main question she wanted answered now. She understood the helmet flying away with the force of an impact, even if it was just a graze to Red, but the fact that Keith took his helmet off to check if his head was bleeding was concerning. Didn’t that defeat the whole purpose of having a helmet? “Did you let Coran check you out afterward?”
“No, I was okay, promise. Just sweat and a headache from hitting the back of my seat.” He gave Pidge a reassuring smile, patting her shoulder gently. “And yeah, he said I should be fine unless the headache gets worse or I start to have brain problems.”














