Keith finds Lance in the aftermath of battle, his suit splintered and frayed. His eyes land on the blood and his heart drops. There’s so much of it, he thinks, moving forward to keel beside Lance. He hopes that Lance is just overreacting, that the injury is nothing to worry too much about until he notices the large tear in the side of Lance’s paladin suit. Its stained a dark red at the edges and panic settles into the hollows of Keith’s chest. They couldn’t lose Lance.

Lance’s eyes crack open with significant effort. His gaze is aimless and dream-like. His eyes land on Keith’s after a moment and he offers a weak smile, that signature smirk Keith hates to admit he’s grown to love. Lance parts his lips slightly, drawing a shaking breath. With a quiet voice, he whispers finally:

“Hasta la later, Keith.”