He writhes in my arms, desperate to get away so he won't hurt me.
Please stop. Please, just stop!
He tries to push away, biting at the towel in his mouth so he can protest.
I don't wanna hurt him, I don't wanna hurt him! Get him away!
"Shhhhh, you'll be okay. Everything will be okay."
I bite through the towel and scream, "I don't wanna hurt you Lance! P-please!"
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Infected (Klance)
Fanfiction(Apocalypse au) This is the seventh wave of zombies in the apocalypse. Keith and Pidge have lived on their own together for close to four years. They've only made it this far because of the cure Pidge has been able to make from her father's recipe...
