[It feels like his heart has just stopped and fucking dropped out of his chest. All that blood, and the frozen look on Shiro's face so much more striking than the last time Keith witnessed it here, recent as it was - he stops short from the way it hits him. Keith has blood on his hands too, a lot very specifically on his palms that have handled blades, weapons and ship controls, inevitable when you're fighting a war. So it's not necessarily his first assumption that Shiro is wounded, if they're both experiencing the same thing, but the anxiety of it is there. He almost forgets about his own hands, moving in a rush forward and calling out to him.]
Shiro-- Shiro!
[Fuckfuckfuck. Immediately his brain starts to to try to think of what to do, feeling wildly on edge. He struggles not to touch him or shake him right away for fear or making anything worse, tries to find a less desperate tone in his voice that still unfortunately comes out very raspy and worried all the same.] Shiro, it's Keith - can you hear me?