#azurepaladin

      Keith uncomfortably retracted his hands, realising he was just holding them there, and slammed them down by his sides; a tiny blush touching his cheeks due to being caught being worried... for Lance, no less. 

      ❝ Yeah... look, don’t... don’t move too quick, okay? And try not to talk, you sound exhausted ❞ Keith said, calming the worry in his voice; he was no doctor, he really didn’t know what he was doing, and if Lance’s condition worsened, then he would really start to panic.

       ❝ I, uh... I had a go at stitching up your side ❞ he replied, quietly, pointing to the gash along Lance’s side, hoping he wouldn’t quickly sit up to try and see it. ❝ It was like that when I found you... You looked like you’d been in a fight, it’s definitely a wound from a blade ❞.

      Keith sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully, trying not to make it so that Lance had to move so much.

     Shiro was careful as he moved the younger paladin. There was no way he was going to just leave him here like this. The two of them were going to make  it back, and Shiro was going to make sure that they did. No one was going to die and no one is going to be left behind for captivity. He wasn’t going to let any of the paladin’s experience that. 

     He was going to make sure everyone was safe...no matter the risk.

『         Almost five minutes had passed since Pidge had first began knocking on Lance’s door...well, banging at this point. She really wanted to play some video games. She had spent days decrypting Galra prisoner information only to find nothing pertinent to her father. Frustration seeped off of her as she continued to bang on Lance’s door. She was so frustrated she could break something or even cry, so her solution was playing video games, since Matt was off with the rebel forces. But Lance wouldn’t open his door! He was probably listening to music on HER headphones. “Lance, I swear, if you don’t open this quiznacking door, I will break it down.” Why had they put the Mercury Game Flux II in his room again?          』

Not every takeover could happen on a whim, and, Lotor had discovered, at times some reconnaissance was most beneficial. That was why he milled amongst the crowds on Sybra, watching, and listening to all that he could. It would seem that while the people seen Voltron as their saviour, the prolonged absence of the Legendary Defender had not gone unnoticed- all it would take to sway opinion could be a single word. After all, temptation is less wearing someone down with repetition, and more dropping in the right phrase at the right time.

      ❝ What kind of awful is it? ❞ he asked, trying to figure out what could be wrong. ❝ Are you in pain? ❞ 

      Keith looked over at Lance, and without thinking much on it, dashed to his side, his hands reaching out to push him back into bed, only to second-guess themselves and end up floating awkwardly above his body instead.

      ❝ Don’t move, you’ve lost a lot of blood ❞ he said, quietly, his eyes briefly flashing towards the injuries he had attempted to patch up. ❝ I gave you some anaesthetic… I don’t know if I got the dosage right but… Don’t you remember anything? ❞