[He'd expected to dream, but something about this tech doesn't illicit them. It's dreamless, quiet. He wishes his regular sleep was like this.
And the pod does work. Aches he didn't realize were there, had become accustomed to almost immediately, drift out with the pod treatment. His bones stop hurting, bruises gradually stop throbbing. The edges of the scar on his face heal a little softer, not as jagged. It won't go away, not entirely, not as nicely, but it will be gentler.
He's there considerably longer than Shiro. The timer beeps at the end of its cycle, Keith waking with the noise and seeing the world in that blue-green tint. When the pod opens, Keith is already reaching for Shiro.]
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And the pod does work. Aches he didn't realize were there, had become accustomed to almost immediately, drift out with the pod treatment. His bones stop hurting, bruises gradually stop throbbing. The edges of the scar on his face heal a little softer, not as jagged. It won't go away, not entirely, not as nicely, but it will be gentler.
He's there considerably longer than Shiro. The timer beeps at the end of its cycle, Keith waking with the noise and seeing the world in that blue-green tint. When the pod opens, Keith is already reaching for Shiro.]