"You know what sucks?" Keith asked as he glanced at Pidge, who had just sat down. Allura frowned and sighed. "What is it this time?" She asked, clearly unimpressed. "The rule of you can't curse in here." Keith replied, folding his arms to his chest. His hair fell down his shoulder, shoulders sagging. Lance, from his right, gave a snort of laughter.

"Not like we obey it." He commented, Pidge turning her head. On his left, Hunk was signing whatever was said to Lance. His large hands moving swiftly and quickly. Keith never knew how Lance understood half the things signed to him. "Rules." Coran directed again.

"No cursing or contacting people out of group." Allura piped up. "Drugs are a big no-no!" Lance shouted, Pidge wincing out of the corner of Keith's eye. "Don't make fun of the hello kitty sticker on Keith's wheelchair." Lance then added, Keith leaning a bit out of his chair to smack him. Hard.

"Ow!" Lance screeched, Pidge smirking. "Hunk, anything to add?" Coran's voice was overly preppy. His eyebrows raising as Keith sighed. He looked down to avoid looking at Coran's "gorgeous" face. His eyes went to his knees.

In the ripped jeans he wore, he could spot the multicolored bruises that adored his pale skin. The legs no longer of any use to him, seeing he still couldn't feel them. He swallowed the saliva gathering in his mouth as his bangs moved into his eyes. Face down and eyes to his lap, Keith prayed Coran wouldn't call on him at the moment. He could feel himself tensing up. Getting stuck in memories and crippling anxiety flowing through his veins. The cold feeling of fear appearing once again that morning. His whole body filled with it, despite the sun pouring down in the room.

"Mama! Look, I can buckle myself up like a big kid!" Keith's squeaky voice exclaimed. His black hair put up in a pony tail by his mother. Eyes sparkling as a beaming smile took over his face. The woman, his mother, remained faceless. As she always was in his memories. Her dyed hair falling over her shoulders and past her chest. A laugh coming to the air as she glanced at her son.

"Wow, you're getting so big!" She faked enthusiasm, though generally happy. The car was small and compact. Fishing poles poked the back of her seat, and Keith's legs were dangling just over a fishers box. The driver side's door opened with a click. Sounds of birds and the humidity of the air whooshing into the petit car. "Ready to go?" His father asked, placing a thermos cup filled with coffee next to his lover. Keith nodded energetically, still smiling as he did a few small bounces in his car seat. "Woah kiddo, don't want you jumping out of your car seat now!" His father joked, laughing as Keith shook his head frantically. Grinning maniacally as his black hair shook back and forth.

"Let's head to—"

"Keith, how about you tell Pidge about you?" Conan's overly joyful voice pulled Keith from his small flashback. With the cold still rushing through his veins, he noticed he was shaking. The raven haired teen gripping the sides of hid wheelchair like it was the only thing keeping him from floating off the face of the earth.

"I'm, uh, Keith." He stammered out, blushing as he caught glance of a mocked surprise stare of Lance's. "I like to play this roleplay game, called Voltron, a-and I'm paralyzed from the hips down." Keith winced at hoe unprepared he sounded. Looking around the room and seeing Hunk smiling, giving a thumbs up to Keith. Keith did a small sigh, releasing the breath he had been holding.

"How'd you get paralyzed?" Pidge asked, interrupting whatever Coran was going to say.

"I–"

Fire. Smoke. Gasoline. Pain.

"Ma? Pa?" Keith groaned, tears filling his eyes. He was upside down, and everything around him was hot. Flames, flames everywhere. He felt sick, he wanted his parents.

His eyes caught a sudden flash, everything was too loud. His ears were ringing. Blood ran up his forehead and nose, face reddening as blood rushed to his head. "Keith." A deep voice struggled to say. "Pa!" Keith's year filled eyes open wide, looking in front of him. The seat his dad was in smashed inwards, his head connecting with the headboard. His seatbelt had been torn, and a fishing pole was lodged in his chest.

"Pa! Pa! Where's Ma? Is she okay? Are you okay?!" Keith's questioned lingered in the air. The Smokey air that was making his lungs hurt.

Wait.

Gasoline and fire don't mix. That what he was taught last week. "We have to get out of here!" He screamed, trying to unbuckle his seatbelt. It had been jammed, Keith then noticed his legs.

Three rods had been put through them, fish hooks embedded themselves into his feet, ankles a mess of raw skin. Dead skin peeling off as he wiggles his hips, shaking his legs frantically, the limbs flopping limply to the side.

"Can't move." Keith whimpered, tears filling his eyes as he looked up. His shoulders shook as he tried to suppress sobs, desperately banging his bare fists along the heated metal of the car—

"– that's too personal." Lance intervened, giving Keith's shoulder a small nudge. Keith lifted his head up, blinking back tears. "Yeah. Sorry." He said, his voice emotionless. Pidge shrugged it off. "It's cool. It's fine, I understand." Pidge dismissed as she placed her hands on her thighs. Coran took the new coming silence as his cue to begin the session.

"Alright then, let's start today's activity then! Stressors and successes!" Lance groaned and Pidge's eyebrows furred together. "What's so bad about that?" She questioned, "Just watch." Allura said, yawning as she folded her arms across her chest.

"I'll go first." Coran said, "Stressors first, Pidge here's how it works. We say what out stresses are, and then what we've done as successors. Stressors-" Coran cleared his throat. "Tomorrow I have to meet my niece, she's going to be enrolled into this program, and I'm a bit nervous. Her name is Romelle and she's coming here for an anxiety disorder." He stopped and glanced at everyone. "And successes!" He cheered, startling most of the group (all except Lance). "I now am proudly owning a cat and hamster. Also, I have reconnected with my brother." Allura did a small clap and Coran pointed at Pidge. "You wanna have a go?" He asked her, "I'll, uh, I'll go." She decided, blushing as she lowered her head.