*blows a meme to your inbox* ♟: Patching up a wound /for hance/
how does one????? write a patching up wound trope without angst idk??????? fuck
Lance was avoiding eye contact with Hunk as he was wrappingthe bandage around his arm. He knew that some point soon, Hunk was going toopen his mouth and lecture him about how reckless he was, how self-sacrificialhe always was, how he needed to stop doing this because he was going tocontinue getting seriously hurt. It was always the same spiel, and it was goingto come to him some time soon.
When Lance moved slightly, pain shot through the wound onhis side, and he instinctively winced. He expected that to be the cue for Hunkto lecture, but instead, “Do you need to get into the cryopod?”
Lance glanced up at Hunk and crooked an eyebrow, “You’re notgoing to tell me?”
Lance rubbed the back, back to avoiding eye contact, “That Ineed to stop sacrificing myself for others? That I need to stop getting myselfhurt? You know, the usual lecture when this happens!”
“Lance,” Hunk sighed, putting the cotton ball down, “Youknow what I always tell you, so why do you always do it?”
“I…” he began, “I don’t know, babe. I just…didn’t want tosee anyone hurt, and I just…moved.”
“Lance,” Hunk took Lance’s chin and forced him to look athim, “No one wants to see you get hurt either.”
“I know that,” Lance said, “But…”
“You guys are needed more than I am.”
“Lance, please,” Hunk said, “Not this again.”
“Oh, come on, Hu—”the pain from the wound on his side promptly silenced him, and he pressed hishand against it, eyes shut tightly.
“Okay, nope,” Hunk stood up and slowly helped Lance get upon his feet, “To the cryopods for you.”
Lance simply nodded, not having any energy to argue. Hunktook Lance’s unharmed arm, wrapped it around his neck, and placed his otherhand on Lance’s waist. They exited the hangar, and Hunk made a mental note topick up the first aid supplies as soon as he rested Lance in the pod.
“But really Lance,” Hunk began, “All that stuff your braintells you? About how you don’t contribute to the team? None of it is true atall. You know this, right?”
“Yeah,” Lance said lowly, “It’s just…It’s hard not tobelieve it.”
“But you know none of it is actually true,” Hunk said,eyebrows furrowed, “We need you here. And to be honest…” he trailed off for afew seconds, which prompted Lance to look at him, “I don’t know what I would doif anything were to happen to you.”
“Hunk,” Lance said, but Hunk continued.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Lance.Every time this happens, I get scared. Who will I spoon at night? Who’s gonna helpme make sure I don’t accidentally say the wrong thing to Keith again? Who’sgonna hold my hand when things get intense on missions?!” with each passingquestion, Hunk’s grip on Lance’s waist tightened and noticed right away whenLance flinched, “Oop, sorry honey, I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay,” Lance said as they entered the medical bay, “I’mokay now, alright? That’s all that matters.”
“Hmph,” Hunk pouted, “Just…before I put you inside the pod,I need you promise me you’ll be more careful from now on.”
“Pinky promise!”Hunk emphasized with a raised pinky finger.
Lance chuckled, ignoring the effect this was having on hiswound, and wrapped Hunk’s pinky with his own, “Pinky promise.”
“Good,” Hunk leaned to give Lance a soft, chaste kiss whenhe sat him down on a chair by the pods, “Don’t move while I go get thethermalsuit, okay?”