[Okay, that was gross. Keith was getting used to the whole blood thing, but whatever else that had been first? Nope. Gross. He grimaced, but gingerly lifted Lance off the ground. He wasn't even sure what to do at this point. Coughing up blood was definitely a bad thing, even without the... whatever that black stuff had been. But would they even be able to do anything for him at the Lumenarium? Or should he just... bring Lance home and patch him up as best he could? He wasn't sure.
So, for now, he'd bring Lance home. Sure, Bolin and Hunk were gone, but Keith would stay for a bit, if only to make sure Lance actually let himself heal a bit. Not that it seemed to be happening anyway, but... he didn't even know anymore. He was drained... and kind of operating on autopilot at this point. He just... needed to go... somewhere else. And he needed to make sure his teammate and friend was okay. Like... deeply needed. His emotions had been messed with so much, he wasn't even sure what was up anymore, but he just... needed this.
So, that was what he did. He'd do what he could. He didn't even know who's room was who's in the house, so he ended up putting Lance on the couch, doing what he could for any injuries he could treat, and then attempted to sit and watch for signs of... who knew... worsening? Something...
Except... he fell asleep, too, when his own exhaustion finally took him.]
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So, for now, he'd bring Lance home. Sure, Bolin and Hunk were gone, but Keith would stay for a bit, if only to make sure Lance actually let himself heal a bit. Not that it seemed to be happening anyway, but... he didn't even know anymore. He was drained... and kind of operating on autopilot at this point. He just... needed to go... somewhere else. And he needed to make sure his teammate and friend was okay. Like... deeply needed. His emotions had been messed with so much, he wasn't even sure what was up anymore, but he just... needed this.
So, that was what he did. He'd do what he could. He didn't even know who's room was who's in the house, so he ended up putting Lance on the couch, doing what he could for any injuries he could treat, and then attempted to sit and watch for signs of... who knew... worsening? Something...
Except... he fell asleep, too, when his own exhaustion finally took him.]