Shiro threw up after the battle , he knew he shouldn't have eaten dinner in the first place but he couldn't even get into his bed or into a bathroom because every time he turned around, another person was dead or worse. He vomited over Keith again for the fifth time in as many minutes and didn't want to stop even if they were still in the middle of a fight. Shiro was sure that his head was going to split from the stress but at this point, it might just do so anyway.
Shiro's stomach growled loudly. He looked around desperately but there wasn't anything in the room except dust and rubble. Shiro wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere safe and fall asleep but unfortunately, there was still someone who had to be saved from him. Keith. Keith was dying. He just… He needed to save him.
