He didn't know how long it had been. The only thing that he was aware of was the unyielding throbbing that blocked everything out. It was like an ice pick to his brain; making everything fuzzy. The room seemed to move on its own accorded and any added movement made bile rise in his throat; the burning sensation adding to the misery from his head.
He was completely sure that he had been in the concrete cell for days on end; the only respite being given was when his captors left after another brutal interrogation session. Peter Quill had very little hope left that when his teammates found him that he would still be in one piece to witness a reunion with them.
Gamora wouldn't care either way though. She would yell and abuse him like always before promising him he would live. Rocket's sneer and cynical sympathy seemed almost real to Peter as he struggled to breathe. Although Rocket's concern would be under mined, by Groot's unwavering sympathy and softly said, "I am Groot." Peter struggled to stay conscious as he breathed a laughed at fake Drax's wonder over weak terrans.
The ground rumbled and Peter groaned, disturbed from his musings. Just his luck to be stuck on a concrete block that didn't have a competent driver he scoffed. Either that or it was going to rain. Both options sucked because with his luck the cell would leak; making him miserable and cold.
He groaned as he struggled to raise his uncooperative head as another loud rumbled sounded closer to his cell. He gave up when it became clear that he couldn't see in the cell. There was no light. Or his eyes were swollen shut, he couldn't decide. The only sounds he heard were the ragged gasps that tore through his body, as it shook with the effort.
'I am going to die,' he thought as the door was blasted open causing him to curl and whimper as the diffused light made a new torture for his senses. His eyes were definitely closed he decided.
"Quill! Hey Quill! This is no time to be layin' down on the job." Peter mumbled and twisted in an effort to raise his battered body. "Woh! Lay down or yer gonna puncher a lung."
'Rocket,' Peter asked although he was pretty sure it sounded like "Rrrktt?"
"Yeah buddy it's us," the small animal said to him. "Oy! He's in here!" Rocket yelled to the crashes outside. Peter felt a disconnected as he was lifted off the ground into pine smelling arms. "Grrrt," Peter grated out as his chest flared in pain ripping away his consciousness.
A slow steady beeping filled his ears as he floated towards consciousness. His limbs were weighed down but that didn't stop him from feeling the presences surround him. One held his hand; another small being sat his feet tinkering with something metallic from the sound of it. Probably a grenade Peter thought with a small laugh. "Look whose wake," Rocket spoke, looking up at Quill; whose eyes had squinted open against the harsh medical grade lights. "Sleep," three voices and one "I am Groot," spoke at the same time. So Peter Quill, aka Star Lord, did surrounded by friends.
A/N : Please feel free to review. I apologize if the perspective was weird and the characters didn't seem the same. Its been awhile sense I've seen GOTG.