[ He takes a deep breath, letting it out between his lips. He'll live, he knows, but fevers are the worst, and he's still kind of reeling over what brought them from point A to point B. The infirmary is kind of a blur, after a point. He remembers taking her there, remembers doing the scans, remembers her squeezing the hell out of his arm. And then—
He remembers the way Gamora's skin blazed under his fingertips, and he remembers being worried and frightened by it. And he remembers— dark eyes staring at him, and—
Peter glances over, sees the way she's reaching for the tube in her arm, and his thoughts scatter away. He clicks his tongue in disapproval. ]
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He remembers the way Gamora's skin blazed under his fingertips, and he remembers being worried and frightened by it. And he remembers— dark eyes staring at him, and—
Peter glances over, sees the way she's reaching for the tube in her arm, and his thoughts scatter away. He clicks his tongue in disapproval. ]
Hey, hey, hey.
Leave it alone, huh?