His mind, heart, and soul ached. They hurt too much for him to function and the exhaustion was starting to kick in once again as he struggled to maintain control over his body. His hands trembled with fatigue and his knees felt weak beneath him as he fought to get his feet back underneath him, trying desperately to keep from falling.
"I'm sorry," Lance managed to force out quietly, pressing a hand against the wound that was rapidly healing itself in front of his face, ignoring how it burned as his claws scraped over it once more. He knew it was stupid to push himself this far after he'd barely slept for days now.
He knew this was probably a bad idea but he couldn't bring himself to care.
The sun began to set as he watched Keith sleep, his breaths slowing down to match the steady pulse beating through his veins. As soon as the sun went down the sky was filled with stars and the moon lit up the landscape like a beacon.
