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This will be part 2 of this post right here. So....it ended up being a lot longer than I was anticipating, so I’m making it three parts XD I hope you don’t mind

ALSO i’m dedicating this to @itisasign because she’s amazing and I really appreciate her stalking my stories XD

And please send me prompts. I love prompts.

It was Friday, four days after Lance had come down with that God-awful flu. His fever had broken for good about two days ago, but still, he struggled to regain his strength. Lance felt so weak...so sick, and had called out of work for the rest of week. This was a huge indicator into just how badly he felt, and it was worrying Shiro and Keith.

Surprisingly, he didn’t take much convincing to stay home. Lance typically fought tooth and nail through his illnesses, but this time he just felt so awful that he was opting to stay home and rest early on.

Shiro was having one hell of a time taking care of him, and helping out the sub for Lance’s class, who he was pretty sure had never taught a day in her life.

Why not just let Keith take care of Lance? One might ask. He was his roommate after all.

The answer to that was simple: Keith was hopeless at caring for people who weren’t feeling well, and Shiro was worried that Keith might accidentally kill Lance in his attempt to nurse him back to health. So, Shiro was staying over (and stressing himself out to the max). He hardly slept, partly because he was so worried about Lance, and partly because of his anxiety about the end of the school year. Some nights he would fall asleep, only to wake up in a panic a few hours later, anxious that he was forgetting something, or that he had to check on Lance.

Finally, the last kid filed out of Shiro’s room, and he slumped down at his desk in pure exhaustion.

“Thank you so much for this last week.” Jenna, Lance’s sub said, relief in her voice. “I don’t know how you do it.” He had so many things he wanted to say, but he settled for: “It comes with experience.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He stood up and shoved his things in his bag. “it was nice meeting you, Jenna.”

The moment he stood up, the world swam around him. He put his hand on his desk, squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head once before opening his eyes.

“Um, Shiro?” She said hesitantly. “Are you alright?” He nodded. “I’m fine. Have a great summer, yeah?” “Yeah, you too.” She said, waving to him as he walked out of the room.

He wanted to say he was exhausted, but ‘exhausted’ wasn’t a word that could properly describe just how tired he was. He could feel it in his bones - every limb ached with a terrible fierceness. He had a sinking suspicion that he was coming down with something, because the only time he ever felt this fatigued was right before he got sick.

He was hoping he was wrong, though.

His phone buzzed with a text, and Shiro groaned in frustration when he read Keith’s message.

‘How do I make soup?’

Shiro sighed and dialed his number.

“Why are you trying to cook?” Shiro asked as soon as Keith greeted him. “His throat hurts. You make soup for sick people, right?” “Yeah, but you can’t cook, and I’m not sure Lance will appreciate having to leave the house because you set it on fire.” “Ha ha, very funny.” He said. Shiro could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Okay well then will you be back soon? Lance really feels like shit and I have no idea what I’m doing.” Shiro groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as a throbbing bloomed in his temples and forehead. He was running out of patience for this. “Yeah...yeah, I’m just leaving work, I’ll be there soon.”

“Hey, man.” Shiro greeted his sick friend, shutting the door behind him and walking over to the couch where Lance was laying under a blanket. “How’re you feeling?” Lance sniffled and shrugged listlessly, which was again, very uncharacteristically Lance. “So school is finally out. Are you relieved?” Shiro asked, laying the back of his fingers on Lance’s forehead. Lance nodded sleepily. “Mmhmm...I feel bad I didn’t get to tell them goodbye.” “I have something for you.” Shiro said, pulling a card out of his bag and handing it to him. “We had your class make you a card.” “That was so nice of them.” Lance said happily, sitting up against the pillows. “So who’s ‘We’?” “Your sub and I.” He sniffled, burying his face in the blankets and pitching forward with a sneezing fit. Shiro handed him a box of tissues. “How was the sub?” “She was...not great. Uh, yeah, we combined classes this whole week.” Lance stared at him bleary-eyed. “Well shit. You must be exhausted.” Shiro nodded wordlessly, and then grabbed the trash can and handed it to Lance, gesturing for him to throw away the tissue.

“Keith said your throat hurt. You want some tea or something?” “Nnngh...I’m so sick of-” He broke off into a coughing fit. “-tea.” “So...soup then?” He asked, and then frowned as the smell of something burning reached his nose, and immediately made him sneeze. “Soup is okay.” He mumbled, his eyelids drooping. “Bless you.” Shiro sniffled. “Thanks.”

He walked into the kitchen, and immediately started coughing as he walked into what seemed to be a wall of smoke.

“Keith! I thought I told you not to try and cook.” He scolded sharply, waving his arms around in an attempt to get rid of the smoke. “Yeah, well you took forever to get here, so.” Keith shrugged, opening a window. Shiro groaned. “Okay, well go give him some medicine. I’m assuming you haven’t given him any?’ “Uh...you would be correct.” Shiro groaned. “You’re killing me, Keith. Come on, man. He’s sick, he needs medicine. You’re lucky he doesn’t have a fever.” “Sorry...sorry. I’m not good at this.” Shiro sighed and handed him two pills, and poured a glass of water. “I know. Here, give him those.”

Shiro was cooking Lance soup when he heard “I don’t WANT it.” “But...Shiro said-” “I don’t want it.” Lance griped. “I’m not taking it and you can’t make me.”

Shiro walked out where the other two were. Lance was sitting up, his arms crossed and his nose up in the air like a petulant toddler. Keith was standing in front of him, holding out the pills and water.

Shiro’s chest bubbled with irritation.

“Lance, take the medicine.” “I don’t-” “I don’t care what you want. You need to take it, now stop acting like a child.” “But-” “-No. Buts.” He said firmly. Lance sighed, shooting Shiro a dirty look, but complying anyways. Shiro exhaled sharply before walking back into the kitchen.

After Lance had eaten some of the soup, all three of them were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Lance was half asleep, cuddled up to Shiro with his head on his shoulder, and Keith was cuddled up to Lance. Shiro wasn’t one for cuddling, but Lance and Keith constantly were, their limbs frequently intertwined with one another’s.

“Hey, so we carpooling tomorrow?” Lance asked sleepily. “Um...what?” Shiro frowned, looking down at him. “We needa clean-” He broke off with a yawn. “-our classrooms.” “You really think you’re up for that? You haven’t even really been off this couch for the last five days. I think cleaning your classroom out might kill you. I can start on your’s if you want.” Lance coughed lightly. “Dude, you’ve done enough for me. You’re not going to clear my classroom out. I can handle that.” “You sure?” “Yes, you moron.” Shiro just rolled his eyes. “Alright, Alright. Now go to sleep.”

#voltron #sickfic #sick!Lance #Shiro #Shiro is still a great caretaker #keith kogane #Keith is kind of an idiot #I wasn't planning on that but here we are #my smol bean lance #actual child Lance confirmed #I was planning on whumping Shiro in this part but I apparently wasn't finished thumping lance #I meant WHUMPING #not thumping #these tags are getting out of control #someone stop me #halp #please let me know what you think #I love you all

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