[ Well, at least one of them should remember Peter’s stellar performance back there, even if it’s not Peter, himself. As it is, a lot of it is still a blur, but he remembers well enough the moments after the mission. Going back to his room, Gamora getting changed. Taking her to the infirmary as worry and concern gnawed at his guts.
That he remembers with crystal-clear clarity.
At her question, he lies back again, peering down at himself. Hospital gown. Electrodes taped to his chest, a needle in the crook of his elbow, leading to a tube and a plastic bag, hanging from a rack. ]
Guess so?
[ Croaked out, and he rubs at the bridge of his nose, wincing against his headache. ]
no subject
That he remembers with crystal-clear clarity.
At her question, he lies back again, peering down at himself. Hospital gown. Electrodes taped to his chest, a needle in the crook of his elbow, leading to a tube and a plastic bag, hanging from a rack. ]
Guess so?
[ Croaked out, and he rubs at the bridge of his nose, wincing against his headache. ]
Or else I’m having one hell of a hangover.