[ And that makes worry spike in him again, that she’s not refusing his help, that she’s not bitching about not needing to go to a hospital. It’s a sign of how bad at is that she’s not denying anything, and that cold, writhing panic coils all the more tightly around his throat. ]
We’re close.
[ Probably. Close enough, anyway, that Kraglin would be in touch with hospital officials, close enough that discussing how anyone’s getting aboard the ship when they have a breakout of something going on was less theoretical and more concrete. Close enough that Peter can faintly feel the ship coming to a stop, and a voice overhead announces that everyone ought to be real nice to the med techs that’ll be climbing aboard pretty soon.
It should make him feel better, but Peter feels himself grimace, all the same, because hospitals make him nervous, make something visceral and desperate and helpless claw at the inside of his ribs. (The doctors didn’t help Mom, after all. They all just watched her waste away with grim expressions on their faces.)
He forces it down, tips the glass of water against Gamora’s lips. ]
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We’re close.
[ Probably. Close enough, anyway, that Kraglin would be in touch with hospital officials, close enough that discussing how anyone’s getting aboard the ship when they have a breakout of something going on was less theoretical and more concrete. Close enough that Peter can faintly feel the ship coming to a stop, and a voice overhead announces that everyone ought to be real nice to the med techs that’ll be climbing aboard pretty soon.
It should make him feel better, but Peter feels himself grimace, all the same, because hospitals make him nervous, make something visceral and desperate and helpless claw at the inside of his ribs. (The doctors didn’t help Mom, after all. They all just watched her waste away with grim expressions on their faces.)
He forces it down, tips the glass of water against Gamora’s lips. ]
C’mon. Drink this.