[ oh right, bed... lance actually considers his own situation here. since he's finished his drink, and isn't all that hungry (thanks in part to the ice chewing and also just a disinterest in possibly throwing it all up) there's no real reason for him to stay sitting up anymore. so he'll carefully set the cup and bowl aside (where had this bowl even come from? did keith bring him food even though he didn't ask for it? what.) and admittedly that in and of itself had been kind of a struggle, giving his arms can't really lift all that well thanks to torso and arm injury, but he manages. albeit somewhat pathetically. given that, he probably should have realized laying back down would be even more of a struggle, but surprise surprise he doesn't really consider it until he's attempting to do it, and suddenly he's having to bite back a groan of pain because hey! doing that kinda stuff with the injuries he's got hurts! who wouldathunk?!
anyway he kind of doesn't want to give keith the satisfaction so he tries to roll over and hide his face, but that just makes it hurt even more so then he just winds up flopping down like a dead fish, sighing loudly in thinly veiled pain and frustration.
maybe if he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep, keith will have missed all of that.... ]
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anyway he kind of doesn't want to give keith the satisfaction so he tries to roll over and hide his face, but that just makes it hurt even more so then he just winds up flopping down like a dead fish, sighing loudly in thinly veiled pain and frustration.
maybe if he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep, keith will have missed all of that.... ]