Sick Boy || Langst Part One

(A/N~ Hello everyone! I just want to thank everyone who has been reading this story... i-it's not my favorite thing I've written... anyways! Than you and the story is almost done! Maybe three or four more chapters! Enjoy this chapter!)
Warning : self harm and needles

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3rd POV

Pidge and Hunk are staying seated next to Lance at all times. In his current condition, it would be stupid to just leave him by himself.

The two of the garrison trio have their backs up against the wall while Lance is laying unconscious as Coran make soothing circles in the Cuban's temples.

"H-Hey, Coran?"

Coran turns his gaze to the youngest paladin as Pidge plays with Lance's hair.

"Yes Pidge?" Coran asks softly.

"W-What's happening to Lance?"

They both stare at each other for a long moment before shrugs his shoulders with a deep frown on his face.

Pidge's eyes fill with tears and a sob escapes her mouth. Hunk is quick to pull her into his embrace and whisper comforting words in her ear.

Just as the rest of the team walks into the room, Lance lungs into a sitting position panting punishingly. He still has his eyes closed and his expression shows he is in immense pain.

Lance's body starts to tremble and quiver, like he is frigid.

"L-Lance?"

"Get... it out of," Lance let's out a loud gasp, "...me."

Lance's POV

Keith immediately starts sitting next to me as he sitting there totally overwhelmed by... this strange pain suddenly boiling in me gut. I begin to scream in pain and agony and clutch me stomach firmly.

I have sweat dripping like a waterfall from my brows. I slowly lowers my head down to my stomach, my eyes enlarge and I lets out a terrified gasp. It like my stomach was GROWING!

I notice Keith's gaze follows mine to my stomach and flare off to confusion. Keith shoots his head up to mine and intensifies his gaze.

"Lance, tell what's wrong! I can't help ya if I don't know!" Keith looks at me with a scared look in his eye.

"Please... get it out. It hurts," I whimper.

Suddenly, the pain intensifies and I let out a loud scream.

"Ahhhh! Uggghhh! It..hurts! Please, get it out!"

My mouth begins to taste like copper and I feel a thick liquid coming out of my mouth.

"Coran help!" I hear the others yell.

Coran is by me a second later. He looks different though... he has red eyes and gives off this painful aura.

I sit up in a odd position and punch him in the face.

"Now look what you did. You punched Coran," a dark voice hisses.

"I didn't mean to," I whisper.

Coran is holding his face, but his eyes are full of worry.

"I-It was an accident! I-I didn't mean to!"

"Shhhh, it's okay, McClain..."

The team is staring at me wide-eyed with the expression of confusion and mixed with worry.