Peter winced the way gamora said it from his headache to just not wanting to get knocked out he gave in. "Okay okay you guys !" He turned to walk away. " sheesh" he was actually really happy that he was going to go knock out he felt horrible . Peter reached his room and laid down carefully into his bed doing a faint moan from
The pain in his chest . He felt a shiver go through his back and his headache soon turned into a migraine making peters wish to sleep not an option. He curled up in a ball clutching his head he switched off the lights hoping the darkness would give him some peace. The gaurdians reached their employer but didn't bother to go get Quill he was a walking ghost who needed food and sleep and a break. They al quietly spoke to one another noting Peters's pale color and lack of appetite last couple of weeks. And spoke of he is only Terran and they could sometime here him quietly wake up crying probably from yondus death and learning about how his mother actually died. They didn't want to confront him because they knew peter had pride but it was becoming worrisome. They finished the transportation and were thanked. " if I may ask wear is your captain we would like to thank him in person and give him this," the employer took out a glass figurine. They all knew it was a collection that Yondu had. " we were aquatinted with yondu and we never got to delivering this to the man and I know he would want you're captain to have it." Gamora looked at the others. "At the moment he is resting we would be glad to give it to him," the employer smiled and gave it to baby groot who carefully grabbed it being almost his size. They parted they're ways and they returned to their ship. They all quietly retreated to their rooms not to wake peter and would not take any job offers for a while so their captain could rest. The night was horrible for peter his migraine drilled away and he felt so hot but also cold. Crap he thought to himself I caught some stupid bug. Peter got up and felt his whole room go a 360• he also cringed at the pain shooting brought his bruises. Did I break something? He thought to himself... I hope not... he decide to lay back down and close his eyes again slowly falling into a feverish sleep. The rest woke up and did their duties it was weird to not have Peter awake with them singing and dancing around. Gamora was organizing their last jobs and Drax was picking up around the Milano. And rocket was fixing the guns and upgrading the system with groot clung to his back. It's been more than half a day and Peter has yet to appear from his room. Drax is a good cook which surprised all of them and decided to make a dinner for everyone and something nutritious so peter can get some color back into his face. Groot gladly helped stirring the pot and cleaning the dishes. Gamora helped rocket finish polish their weapons. The Milano was clean and a good aroma filled the ship. Sadly for peter the smell was making him nauseous. But they may have been lack of food or his fever making him think he wasn't hungry. Either way he still felt out of it and gross. He got up and grabbed a fresh pair of clothing and walked to the bathroom turning on the shower hoping the heat would help his headache. Everyone's trained ears picked up on the shower turning on. They decide to start eating but ask Peter to join them when he was done hopefully he would come out on his own. Peter was in heaven until he overdid it with the heat. He felt so nauseous and dizzy he quickly turned of the water and walked out shivering and sat himself con the floor holding back a groan from the bruises on his chest. It took peter at least 10 minutes to get up and put on some jeans and a shirt. He was confused and why they felt a bit baggy on him. He picked up the bathroom leaving it smelling like his shampoo and body wash that gamora loved so much. He was walking back to his room when he heard rocket. "Hey lazy ass time you woke up come grab some grub s Drax made some awesome shit!" Peters headaches made every word stab his head. He groaned to himself he should go so they wouldn't think something's up. He threw his dirty clothes in the basket he had in his room and fixed his hair a bit and walked out. All three where in an argument over attack and defenses that would be more useful in a hostile situation. He was greeted by a baby groot who ran over to him waving. "I am groot!" Peter picked him and chuckled. " hello to you to groot." "Here," gamora placed a bowl in front of him resembling chicken noodle soup but not the can the good home made soup. He was still feeling nauseous but decided he needed to eat bit so they wouldn't see that he was sick and see him as the weak link. They all were satisfied seeing Peter eating, but didn't say anything and let him be while he just watched their debate and commented once in a while. Groot was happily seated next to him eating his little bowl. Pete did admit this was some good food he sipped some water hoping the nausea that was rising would go away since he's only eaten half of the bowl. Pete put his spoon down and leaned back a bit feeling hot all over and ready to vomit. With out warning he got up and went to the bathroom shutting the door a bit harder than he wanted to leaving the gaurdians stunned. Before feeling bad for peter listening to him vomit. Peter was dry heaving by now his bruises hurt and his whole body ached. "Fuck my life man," he whispered feeling embarrassed knowing the gaurdians heard him. He finally felt like he was good after a good 30 minutes and brushed his teeth to get the vomit taste out of his mouth. He was so tired and dizzy and his head hurt so bad he just wanted to go lay down. He cleaned up and vomit that splattered on the toilet seat and floor and got up and ready to go to his room. He opened the door to find the gaurdians outside with concerned looks on their faces.
