#plp need to calm down

[badhairred]

The fact that the first Bartily fic is from 2006 gives me hope for this fandom.

We will survive.

[wtflife01]

I am sorry but does Stroll need glasses or something ? I never had a problem with him but like hitting your teammate three times is pretty fucked up. Why is he never called up by FIA? The team need to explain to him to calm down, the only reason why the team is liked by people is bc of Vettel and plp are already calling out there bullshit on insta and Twitter if you look at the comments under every post made by AM you will see that. It’s so sad bc Seb deserve better like always ...

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[allura-a]

Phantom Pains

For @voltronwhumpweek2017!

Day Five: Insomnia and/or Mental Illness

Summery: When Shiro can’t sleep because of something he no longer has, Keith calls upon Lance to figure out what to do.

Ship: Sheith

Word Count: 1562

Extra Note: College AU; Shiro’s prosthetic arm is basically the same on he has in the show, just with no Galra enhancements. Enjoy!

Shiro opened his eyes and looked at the clock on his bedside table again. 3:45. He sat up in his bed, careful not to wake Keith, who was sound asleep next to him. There was no way he was waking Keith up, no matter how much pain he was in. Keith had work in the morning. And while Shiro didn't have classes in the morning, he had them all afternoon and evening, so if he didn't get to sleep now he was never going to be able to get any actual work done.

Shiro brought his knees to his chest and buried his face in his pajama bottoms. He squeezed his eyes shut. 

It hurts so bad. 

Why does it hurt so bad?

"Shiro? Is everything alright?" Keith asked, sitting himself up as well. He put his hand on Shiro's back and began rubbing small circles into it, trying to ease his shivering. "What's goin' on?" Sleep was heavy in his voice and it only made Shiro feel worse.

"I didn't mean to wake you up but-" Shiro took a long, uneven breath before continuing. "But my arm just really hurts and I don't know what to do."

"How is it hurting?" Keith asked, stifling a yawn. Shiro sniffled, a sob he had been holding back finally escaping his lips.

"It feels like- like it's burning." Shiro replied. Keith nodded, continuing to rub circles into Shiro's back.

"Do you want me to go get some ice? Maybe that'll help, yeah?" Keith suggested. Shiro nodded, sobbing again. "Alright, I'll be right back, okay?" Keith leaned and brushed his white tuft of hair away from his face, noticing for the first time the fever boiling underneath his skin. Keith kissed his forehead nonetheless. "And I'll get you something for that fever, too."

Keith slowly inched off of the bed, not wanting to leave Shiro when he was clearly in a lot of pain. He made his way down the stairs, being mindful not to wake any of their other roommates in the shared apartment.  Living with four other people may be crowded at times, but splitting rent between all of them was almost disgustingly cheap, so it evened out quite well.

Keith made his way to the kitchen, and was greeted by.. Lance.

"What are you doing up?" Keith asked, causing Lance to look away from his laptop.

"Sleep schedule is still messed up from my night shifts at the hospital. Got home today and was asleep at like six thirty, so by waking up so early today everything should be back on track by tonight." Lance explained. "And I didn't wanna wake Hunk up, so that's why I'm out here."

"Seems simple enough." Keith supplied as he filled a glass with cold water.

"What about you?" Lance asked, taking a bite out of a pepperoni stick that seemed to just come out of nowhere.

"Shiro woke up saying his arm felt like it's burning and he has a fever." Keith explained, moving to the medicine cabinet to get the thermometer and some fever reducers.

"Shit.." Lance whispered as Keith got some ice from the freezer, scooping it into a plastic baggie and wrapping it in a cloth. "I hope he feels better. And if you need any help I'm basically .. I'm up for the day so, I'm happy to help."

"Thanks, appreciate it." Keith answered as he made his way back upstarts. He found Shiro in the same place he had left him. Keith put the water and the medicine on his bedside table and turned on his lamp. "Shiro?" Keith asked softly. Shiro nodded, sniffling. "Hey, I need you to look at me, okay?" Keith whispered, rubbing Shiro's back again. "Let me take your temperature and then we can ice your arm to see if that'll stop the pain." Shiro reluctantly lifted his head and looked at Keith.

Keith frowned, brushing the tears off of Shiro's fever flushed cheeks. Shiro sniffled again, his breathing unsteadily. "Hey, can you open your mouth for me?" Shiro complied, letting Keith place the small device under his tongue. Keith picked up the ice. "Where's it hurting?" He asked.

"Forearm." Shiro muttered, his words not as clear due to the thermometer under his tongue. Keith took Shiro's arm in his hand, placing the towel wrapped bag of ice on his forearm.

"How does that feel?" Keith asked. Shiro shook his head, mumbling something Keith didn't understand. "Hmm?" Keith asked, looking for clarification.

"Other one." Shiro whimpered, sobbing.

"Shiro.. Your other arm was amputated two and a half years ago, remember?" Keith tried. Shiro shook his head, starting to cry softly again.

"It hurts, Keith.. It h-hurts.." The thermometer beeped and Keith took it out of Shiro's mouth.  He had to squint slightly, the lighting in the room not being the best. It read 103.6.

Don't panic, now's not the time to panic.

"Hey Shiro, I'm gonna go get Lance, okay? Can you hang tight for a little longer?" Keith asked, trying his best to keep his voice level and calm. Shiro nodded. Keith kissed the top of Shiro's head, lightly mussing his hair. "I'll be two seconds." Keith went back downstairs, trying his best not to be loud. Lance looked up when Keith entered the kitchen.

"Can you come upstairs and look at something for me?" Keith asked. Lance shot him a confused look, but wordlessly follow Keith back upstairs. When they got back to the bedroom, they saw Shiro, sitting in bed, holding the cloth wrapped ice bag over what would be his right forearm. Lanc crawled onto the bed to Shiro, and gently put his arm on his back.

"Hey Shiro, what'cha doing, bud?" Lance asked softly, as if he was talking to a small child. Shiro sniffled, not looking up at Lance.

"It- it feels like it's- it's- it hurts." Shiro sobbed. Lance nodded, rubbing his back.

"Is the ice helping?" Lance asked. Shiro shrugged, an uneven breath escaping his lips.

"A bit.." Lance looked back up at Keith. He was standing by the door, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"Looks like he's suffering from phantom limb pain." Lance concluded, trying to keep his voice down for Shiro' sake. "It's pretty common in people whose limbs have been amputated. Has this ever happened before?" Keith shook his head, bringing one hand up over his mouth.

"I mean back when before he got the prosthetic he would like forget his arm was gone and try to like pick things up with it and stuff like that but.. I mean... I've never seen him like this before.." Keith replied. Lance nodded, looking back at Shiro and patting him on the back a few times.

"You said he has a fever, right? Were you able to get a read on that?"

"Oh! Yeah yeah.." Keith almost jumped, reaching for the thermometer on the bedside table. he handed it to Lance, who frowned when he saw the reading. He stood from the bed, smoothing his shirt down.

"Try to get a shirt and some shoes or slippers or something on him, I'll go start my car and meet you back up here to help you get him down. One of my friends from class is working nights this week, I'll call him and let him know we're on our way."

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"It's a good thing you brought him in." Lance's friend Josh began after exiting Shiro's room. "His fever spiked at nearly 104, but we got it down quite a bit. He was really dehydrated, too. That's probably why he was suffering from PLP. You said this was the first time this happened to him?" He asked Keith. Keith nodded.

"Can we see him?" Keith asked tentatively. Josh nodded, opening the curtain leading to his room.

"He's pretty tired so we wanna keep him here till about noon, let him catch up on some sleep and make sure his fever stays down. You're free to stay with him if you'd like." Josh offered. Keith and Lance nodded, entering the room. Lance patted Josh on the shoulder, uttering a small "Thanks man." As he did.

Shiro looked tired, dead tired, but some colour had returned to his face and he wasn't sobbing uncontrollably unlike the last time Lance and Keith saw him. Shiro smiled when he saw them.

"How're you feeling?" Keith asked. He leaned down and kissed Shiro's much cooler forehead, and he heard Shiro hum happily.

"Your bedside manner is getting better." Shiro commented, which caused Lance to start laughing. Keith rolled his eyes. Once Lance had calmed down, he patted Shiro on the shoulder.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, Shiro." He looked up at Keith. "I'm gonna head home, Pidge is gonna be up soon and wondering why we're not home, and I'll call your professors to let them know you guys aren't gonna be in today." Lance offered. Keith shot him a kind smile.

"Thanks man, really." Lance nodded. He took his leave, waving slightly as he did so.

"Call me when he gets discharged, I'll pick you guys up." He said just as he left. Keith turned back to Shiro.

"You're okay? Really?" Keith asked. Shiro nodded.

"It was so weird, I- I swear to god I could feel it.." He whispered. Keith kissed Shiro on the cheek, then on the mouth.

"I'm just glad you're alright. And if it happens again, I'm here for you." Shiro smiled up at Keith. He wouldn't ask for anyone else to be here with him right now.

"Thanks. Means a lot.."