Kraglin could not remember the last time he was that sick and felt that bad. His throat was aching, his nose was leaking, he didn't want to eat, and at every deep breath his lungs felt like they rumbled. It was the second day of him feeling like shit, but as the First Mate and the Hand of the Captain he did not let this condition slow him down.
At least he thought he didn't until he ended up falling face first into the ground just as he was about to have dinner with Peter. The last thing he saw before blackness took over, was the kid's terrified face, looking back at him like it was his worst nightmare that had come alive.
When Peter saw Kraglin's eyes cloud over and droop, followed by the man himself crumbling to the floor right where he was standing. The boy froze for a moment as he watched the other slowly start to sag, but then dashed forward, trying desperately to hold him up. Unfortunately, Peter's little body was not strong enough to hold a grown up man, and they both ended up on the floor of the room.
Peter sobbed quietly as he got out from under the fallen Xandarian. It was the thing again! Someone he loves gets sick, and then falls down, and then they get worse, and worse, and he gets left alone again! He still remembered the first time his Mommy collapsed, and it was at the dinner table too, just as she was putting the Mac n Cheese on their plates. Peter was confused back then, thought that she was playing. She got up not too long after that, and the boy promptly forgot for a time. But then it happened again, and again. And now Kraglin was doing it too!
Fast as his legs could take him, the Terran took off in search of the one man he knew would make everything better.
-Yondu! Yondu!- Was heard throughout the hall and the busy deck, as the Ravagers conversed about the impending raid. - Yondu!-
-For stars sake, boy! Stop this yelling!- Spit out the Captain as he reluctantly turned away from the charts and looked at the kid crumbled on the floor in front of him.
-What is it now? Someone take your toy again? If you've interrupted me for that, kid, I will tan your hide!
Peter wheezed as he tried to get his breathing right. He shook his head, as tears made their way down his face. One sob after another were let out and then he was bawling.
Now the Captain was actually a bit concerned. He hasn't seen the kid cry like this since the mutiny a few months back.
-Calm down, come on now. What is it, son?- Asked the Centaurian as he pulled the kid up by the shoulders, setting his apright.
-I-its Kragliiin!- Whimpered Peter as he clutched at the Captain's hands - He fell down and he's not getting up! And he's all pale, and his eyes were murky, and... and... I'm scared! Please help him, Yondu!-
-Shit!- Let out the man, as he scooped up the light body, and quickly made his way back to his quarters. He knew Kraglin hasn't been feeling great lately, and the coughs he's been letting out weren't sounding too good, but to collapse? Just totally be out of it? This was serious. And now he had a down Mate, and a scared kid to look after. Great.