Rocket x Reader- Guardians of the Galaxy

Everything from Murderers to Escapees

I woke up in complete darkness. Well, not completely. There were little glowy floaty things in the air around me. It was then I noticed something hard pressing into my back. I looked down and noticed that I was lying on a bed of branches and moss, courtesy of my new aquaintance, Groot.

"I am Groot." He smiled at me. I smiled back. "Thanks, buddy." I said and rubbed his arm. His smile widened. I felt uncomfortably warm to the point where sweat was dripping off my body and my hair was plastered to my face. That was what woke me up. I sucked in a deep breath but that hurt too much so I let out a groan instead and squeezed my eyes shut. I checked my injuries and was glad to see that they had mostly stopped bleeding. Now I just have to deal with the pain and a fever from hell.

Groot looked over at me with worry as he saw the condition I was in. "I am Groot." He extended his arm and tapped Rocket who was sleeping in the middle of the cell. "Huh? Wha?" Rocket shot up and half of his fur was matted on one side of his face. I would've laughed and cracked a joke if I wasn't feeling so shitty.

"I am Groot."

"Fuck." Rocket shook his head and his hair went back to normal. He padded across the floor and grabbed my hand gently. "We're gonna go get ya cooled down in the showers. We need to bring your fever down." I nodded slightly and stood up slowly, careful not to reopen my wounds. We shuffled our way down the hall and, after what felt like an eternity, we made it to our destination. My breathing was coming in labored after the effort and I was glad to finally be able to sit. Rocket made sure I was good before he turned the water on and made it a little cooler than lukewarm. Since I was sitting on the floor and the showerhead was so high up, it felt like a cool mist raining down on me. It was nice because I wasn't getting soaking wet but it felt great against my burning skin.

Rocket stood there watching me with his arms crossed as I pressed the side of my face into the cool tile of the shower stall. I closed my eyes wanting to rest but the sounds of struggle bounced off the walls. I opened my eyes again and looked at Rocket. His body was still turned towards me but his head was facing the entrance. He quickly shut off the water and pressed himself flat against the shower wall. He glanced at me and held a finger up to his lips, telling me to be silent. "Don't move," he mouthed at me. I nodded wearily. He peeled his gaze from mine and put his attention back to the drama.

The sounds of a woman struggling became louder. "Gamoooraa," a voice hissed. "Consider this payment for your crimes against humanity." I heard a sharp inhale and I held my breath waiting for the inevitable. I was useless and couldn't help her. I pleadingly looked up at Rocket but he wasn't paying me any attention.

"You don't have the right to take her life." A new voice rang out in the silence. "You know who I am, yes?"

"You're Drax the Destroyer. Here. Use this knife." I couldn't see what was happening and my curiosity was eating away at my brain.

Gamora muttered something but I couldn't make it out. "YOUR WORDS MEAN NOTHING TO ME!!" Drax boomed.

"Hey, hey! Take it easy. If you want to kill Ronan this isn't the way to do it." That was Quill. Dear God, I hope he doesn't get himself killed... I thought to myself.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean don't do his work for him. She betrayed Ronan and he's gonna come after her and kill her. That's when you-"

"Why would I run my finger across his throat?" Drax obviously didn't understand the symbol Quill used.

"What, no no. That stands for slicing his throat." Quill clarified.