Hi all, right I know so many of you have left awesome comments which I need to get back too, but I wrote this in a night and I'm about to go on holiday. So I will be offline for a week, please consider this new chapter my gift, and I'll get back to everyone when I get back and i apoligise now for any typos xx

The Shattering of the Mind

Chapter 2

Immediately Yondu dashed over to the chair, and turned it towards him, trying desperately to calm down.

"Oh fuck", he whispered to himself, seeing the extent of the blood which had covered Peter's jumper and was now black and hardened. Peter had cut his wrists, but badly, not knowing how to cut the veins, he had just hacked into his wrists.

Yondu could see the gaping wounds admits the dried blood. Some had splashed onto Peter's face and, some was even in his hair.

Panicking Yondu get closer, noticing his shallow face and the hint of blue on his lips which were slightly parted. He was still alive, but fuck, what…when!

"Peter, Peter" Yondu said quickly trying to get a reaction from the boy, but nothing and Yondu reached out to touch his skin aware at how icy the teenager felt.

From the expression on his face, he looked like he was sleeping as if he had cut his wrists, which should have been so painful and gone to sleep.

"Oh fucking hell, kid", Yondu muttered, stepping over the hardened blood on the floor and carefully picked the teenager up,

there was no response, there was nothing. There was so much blood on the floor, and he had done that. He had cut his wrists.

"Just hold on Peter".

In the real world, this only took seconds, but felt like minutes, as he managed to maneuverer Peter into his arms, there was nothing, no movement or reaction to let him know Peter with that shallow face and blue lips could feel any of this. If Yondu had the time, he could have had the sense to cover the teen up, but he didn't.

Sending an order for Kraglin to meet them in the med bay, Yondu rushed out of the door and noticed Alezduren just standing there, his jaw dropping at the sight of Peter drenched in his own blood.

"Alezduren, come with me now".

With that both Ravagers rushed out of the derelict M-Ship, the sound of their boots on the deck catching the attention of every Ravager who instantly downed tools at the sight of their captain, the hybrid and the blood encrusted body of Peter Jason Quill, looking like death in the Captain's arms.

Yondu ignored them, but instantly speculation began, what had happened? Was it a fit? Peter was well liked by the Hanger Crews because he was such a hard worker, but what the hell had happened?

Yondu knew from the moment he left the M-Ship with the kid, everyone would want to know, but screw them.

By this point Alezduren their field medic and expert of Terran physiology had cut in front of Yondu and get to the Med Bay, instantly barking orders at the medics to start synthesising Peter's blood, while Kraglin made it to them, as Yondu was carefully laying the teenager down.

For now, all Yondu could do was stand there, but everyone noticed his face looked pale, his blue face had all the blood drained from it, which gave the appearance of a dusky hue.

Kraglin took in the teen and just inhaled sharply, he knew Peter was depressed, everyone could see it, but this, oh my god what had he done to himself?

Still holding the pad, he passed it to Yondu who refused to take it. "You have to read this", he informed his Captain who was just staring at the teen, finally mumbling "I'll look later", as wordlessly both of them watched Alezduren get to work on Peter.

The hybrid even with his youth knew exactly what to do, and pulled out a tray of needles and syringes. "The cuts have dried over, but we need to oxygenate him, and replace the blood" which Yondu could see beginning to be synthesised in the blood banks.

He knew that Terran needed about five litres of blood to be able to survive, and there was so much blood on the floor of his M-Ship, how much was that?

Yondu rubbed his face with his hands, still standing with Kraglin. Both of them thinking the same thing.

Why, why didn't he come to Yondu for help or anyone, but both of them knew the answer to that and Yondu began to feel very twisted inside.

"I need to cut these clothes off", Alezduren informed the pair, causing Kraglin to fetch the scissors for the delicate removal of the jumper which made Yondu silently step forward and take them from the Xandarian.

He had done, caused this, he knew that at least he could do something for the unresponsive teen.

Carefully Yondu took the material while Kraglin pulled Peter's boots off gently followed by this trouser until he was clad only in his boxers on the lower half. The blood had dried so hard, but Yondu was being careful, which no one commented on.

With each movement of the scissors, Yondu felt more wretched inside. Peter was only fourteen, yet he had got to the point he wanted to end his life, Yondu knew how close he was to it if he hadn't had come in and found him.

Pulling back the material of the jumper caused Yondu's hand to shake upon seeing Peter's skin, and he backed off, sharing a look with Kraglin, his eyes saying everything he couldn't which Kraglin understood, as he came over and finished the job Yondu couldn't and realised why.

For Yondu this felt like the first time he was really seeing Peter, really seeing everything he had dismissed about the kid, very time Kraglin had mentioned how pale he looked, every time Alezduren had suggested taking him to a healer.

Yondu just felt useless, so he stood back, and though Kraglin never said anything, his expression said everything.

Carefully removing the blood-blackened jumper off Peter and dumping it in the bin, Alezduren was still working getting the blood into the teen, almost willing him to respond to something, but all three of them were talking it in what Peter had been hiding for so long.

Peter's eyes were shut, his cheekbones so deep, it looked skeletal. On his chest and shoulders why could see the outlines of his bones and ribs, and that stomach looking so sunken.

Peter looked so young, yet so old at the same time and Yondu couldn't help it. But he had to be sure, as he raised his hands and gently touched Peter so cold skin, and the marks on his body covering his entire arms where he had been cutting himself.

Some looked healed over, like raised scars, but some were newer, redder. Peter had been cutting himself.

"I didn't know about this", Alezduren strutted, but for him, he had realised Peter was ill, but he should have done something earlier, but all their faces registered the same thought, but Yondu had to chime in.

"No one did", he finally supplied. And no one did because Peter had managed to hide it from everyone, it all made sense.

The long jumpers, even when it was hot, the way he instantly grabbed himself, it wasn't just for comfort, but a way to hide it.

Alezduren ignored the scars, since they were not a priority, and got to work on Peter's arms. Fixing the gaping wound erasing all trace of them, but no one could pretend it hadn't happened

Yondu needing to do something so got a washcloth and gently cleaned Peter's blood splattered face, wiping the dried blood from his body, feeling how small and thin Peter felt like he could disappear from existence in a second.

It didn't take long, so all they could do was watch their field medic do his thing, and just look at the teenager.

There as some flash of life returning to his skin, which for some reason made the scars seem brighter, and he appeared to be breathing easier. But it wasn't perfect, and if he was reading their minds, Alezduren spoke up, while double checking the blood going into his veins.

"I have to put it back gently, or the shock will be too much, he's hydrated and getting oxygen. His vitals are good but…". There was nothing more he could say after that. Peter would wake up from this, but he wasn't ok, and Yondu wanted to be out of the room, but he wanted to stay. But what more could he do, but wait?

"He left a message for me Kraglin?" he finally asked the First Mate, noticing that his own voice sounded at it was distanced from his body somehow.

Kraglin who just nodded and passed him the pad. He had seen it, he had questions, but he couldn't act on them without Yondu's orders.

Taking the pad from Kraglin, Yondu activated the screen and watched Peter sitting on his bed, looking so forlorn and desperate, the same darkness under his eyes which was still etched on his still alive face.

With each word, Yondu felt more wretched, Peter felt useless, and hated himself, and didn't want Writusa to hurt him.

These words got Yondu attention and made him feel some emotion. What the fuck did Writusa have to do with this?

The video continued, and Peter seemed to get sadder with each passing line.

"All my money is yours, but then again you always kept it and never gave me any".

No he didn't Peter had an account, he knew that, like every member of the crew, Yondu had placed Peter's winnings in it the night before, he knew that…fuck didn't he know that?

"Just forgive me and forget me."" Peter offered a small smile, perhaps to ease Yondu's conscience, and the screen flicked off. He didn't want Yondu to feel bad, even though Yondu did.

What type of bastard was Yondu to let this happen? Peter was fourteen, and his reasonability, why had he let this happen?

Feeling slightly disoriented, Yondu passed the pad to Kraglin and let his eyes meet his First Mates.

For now, they couldn't help Peter, He was still on a biobed oblivious to the world around him. The same way that Yondu up to this point had been oblivious to his plight. But there was something they could do.

"Alezduren, contact me when he changes, Kraglin come with me". His voice twisted and his face in a grim line, Yondu made his way to the door followed by Kraglin, he had no idea what was going on, but he was going to find out what the fuck Writusa's part in all of this was.

To be continued

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