Meme-tron

“Keith, stay awake!”

Keith snaps his eyes wide open, the touch on his neck burning like nothing before. The burning stays, lingering and spreading underneath his skin and it makes him hiss as his eyelids flutter tiredly.

He’s so tired.

“Keith, please.”

He can’t. He’s tired and sick. He doesn’t want to move, he doesn’t want anything except for the pain to stop.

“I’m sorry, I know, I’m sorry - I’m trying.”

Keith hums sadly, the voice near him sounding distressed. It sounds wrong, Keith doesn’t like it.

“You’re going to be okay, just - just stay with me.”

Always, Keith wants to reply. But his mouth doesn’t work, his throat feels crowded and his tongue heavy.

Instead, he reaches out, his thumb stroking cold skin as soon as he makes contact. Lance, his mind supplies, the aching that settles on his bones being vaguely acknowledge. Keith’s with Lance, there’s nothing else to know.

“Stay with me,” Lance repeats, ducking his head to meet his eyes. Keith stares back at him, entranced by the bright glowing blue eyes before him and Keith wants to drown in them. “Hold on, amor.”

For Lance, Keith will do the impossible.

i choose you, i say.

some self-indulgent doodles to give me strenght!