[ OPEN | Post Bad Company mission shenanigans ]

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CHARACTERS: Peter Quill and you~
LOCATION: Everywhere in the station
DATE: Right after the Bad Company mission ends
CONTENT: /this is fine.gif/
WARNINGS: Mentions of injuries, blood, death, starvation, terminal illness and also off-key singing.



↠ CLOSED TO GWEN | RIGHT AFTER COMING TO THE STATION | CW: mention of injuries and blood

[ By the time they make it to the station, Peter's head is full of static. Degard's presence almost doesn't register, his mind a flurry of jumbled thoughts after what happened to Welford. They left him behind, they couldn't save him. He can never save anybody. Even knowing that the leader of the Bouldersnakes is dead doesn't bring Peter any satisfaction.

The pain in his left shoulder is screaming at him, the exertion of the last few hours making itself known. Being bitten by a ghoul, doing a hasty job at stitching the wound up, and then fighting bandits maybe wasn't the smartest idea. It isn't as if he had much choice.

Peter wants to scream, to throw up, to run. Only one of those is a viable option, and he starts to walk, not quite sure where he is going, leaving the group of orbers he was with behind. If people talk to him, he doesn't hear them. Everyone has their own problems, anyway, and Peter is just one of many. He will be fine, he is always fine.

His vision gets blurry at the edges as he walks, his skin feels hot, too tight, and he's light-headed. Adrenaline crash is a pain in the ass, Peter thinks to himself, ignoring the way it feels as if someone is digging a heated-up fire poker into his left shoulder. Under his jacket, the wound in his shoulder has reopened and has started to bleed, red sliding down his arm, dripping onto the white clean surface of the station floor. Peter doesn't notice the trails he leaves behind as he walks.

The fingers of his left hand feel numb, and he has to reach out for a frying pan twice before he manages to grab it. A frying pan? Oh, he's in the kitchen now. How did he get here? He can't quite remember it. But they're back at the station, finally, and he promised people he was going to cook for them once they got back. That was it, what's why he's here. To help. To be useful. He needs to be useful, otherwise, what is he even good for?

The pan slips from his grasp, making a loud, clattering sound against the emptiness of the kitchen. Peter sees it fall as if it's in slow motion, but can't bring himself to stop it. The noise in his mind just gets louder. ]


↠ INFIRMARY | OPEN

A] The Great Escape

[ Much to his regret, Peter's injuries, combined with the starvation they went through in the last few weeks, meant that his sorry ass ended up in the infirmary. Anything resembling a hospital is bound to make Peter anxious rather than help him. The memories of his mother withering away in a hospital bed as the brain tumor slowly killed her come to his mind the moment he is no longer conscious. Hell no, he is not staying here.

Peter still looks like hell warmed over, and he's not even wearing pants - he would rather not think about who put him in a hospital gown, that's a humiliating thought for later-, but there's no way he's staying a minute longer in here. He pulls out the IV from his hand and winces at the sting, then tries to stand on shaky legs...and has to immediately grab onto the bed when the room starts spinning. Peter lets out some creative curses under his breath, most of them in a variety of alien languages, and takes some deep breaths. Only when it seems like his legs will support him, he makes a mad dash towards the door...and crashes against another person walking in. Damn it! ]

Oh, ey, nice to see you. I was just leaving, bye!


B] Don't Stop Believing

[ It turns out that a high dosage of antibiotics is what Peter needs to effectively treat the infection in his shoulder and It also helps to stop him from constantly trying to flee the infirmary. There are two downsides to this:

One: Peter is drugged up to the gills.
Two: He's going to make that everyone's problem

This morning he's started humming Queen songs to himself, not realizing what he was doing at first, until the humming turned into loud singing a cappella. Once he was done with Queen, and there had been quite a lot of songs to sing to, he moved onto George Michael, Iron Maiden, and Los Ramones. Currently, Peter is going for Journey, and he's really sad that he doesn't have a partner to sing with him. ]

Just a CITYYYYY BOYY...


↠ KITCHEN | OPEN

[ A few days later, once Peter is free to leave the hospital and his health has improved, he goes to the kitchen. They all need to recover and eat better, so he's making all kinds of food and putting it in containers, or leaving it in front of his friends' doors to make sure they have something good to eat.

There's grilled salmon (main for Majima), takoyaki, cheeseburgers, fried chicken, a variety of salads, lots and lots of pasta, fish sticks with chili dipping sauce (for Gwen), different kinds of tacos, as well as lots of meat, and fish dishes.

Peter makes food that he rarely eats, and he's even found in the kitchen at late hours of the night, almost as if he's avoiding going to his own room for some reason. After cooking a large batch of cookies, he sits by the kitchen table, arms folded and head resting on them, closing his eyes for a second. ]


↠ WILDCARD
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