Chapter eight, wake up.

Rocket's point of view.

After Quill sent us off, me and Gamora ran through the halls as we looked for her. My jaw was clenched as hundreds of possibilities ran through my mind. She could've been dead. He could have already killed her and she died. More and more guilt piled into my mind as I thought it through. Gamora stopped at the end of the hall and turned to face me.

"We need to split up, it's our best chance at finding her." I nodded my head before she ran off again, causing me to turn and face the door beside me. I opened it and looked around in the dark room before freezing at what I saw.

Phoebe was laying on the floor on her side, a pool of blood slowly collecting by her stomach. I looked at her face and could see blood by her temple and coming from the corner of her mouth, though I couldn't see if there were any other injuries. I gasped, stepping closer to her as I dropped my gun on the floor.

"Phoebe...oh god Phoebe." I muttered, my hands going to my face as I stared at her. She blinked her eyes open and stared at me, looking like she was struggling to stay awake.

"R-Rocket?" She whispered as she took in a breath that looked like it really hurt. "Rocket I'm so sorry..." I noticed the tears falling down her face as she gasped in air, her face contorted in pain and sadness. "I should've listened to you...I shouldn't have been so horrible..." I shook my head as she apologied, going over and stopping before I placed my hands on her, not wanting to hurt her. She already looked so fragile.

"Phoebe it's okay I forgive you...just calm down..." I started to plead, looking at her helplessly. I felt my eyes start to become wet but tried to ignore it as I focused on her. She gasped again and winced, looking like it really hurt her.

"It's all my fault, Rocket, I didn't mean to.." she whispered as I heard her properly start crying, something I had never seen from her. I shook my head as I looked at her, my jaw clenched as I tried to stay calm.

"Phoebe, ya gotta calm down." I insisted a bit more urgently, watching as it got harder and harder for her to keep her eyes open. She blinked harder and harder, tears still falling from her eyes.

"Rocket...so sorry..." her voice was weaker than it had been, her eyes finally shutting. I watched her body go limp, frozen on the spot. Adrenaline suddenly started pumping through my veins and I moved forward, kneeling next to her as my eyes seemed to become even more wet.

"Phoebe." I whispered, my hands moving to her arm and gently pushing her. She stayed still, her body shifting slightly from the shove, though she had no reaction. My paws got more shaky as I started quivering.

She's dead.

I couldn't help thinking it, and it made my quivering get worse as I stared at her. I shook her arm harder, shaking my head and sniffing slightly.

"Phoebe god damnit wake up!" I yelled, starting to panic when she didn't give me a response. I took in a sharp breath when she didn't respond, my paws moving to cover my face.

"Oh Phoebe I'm so sorry. " I whispered, sighing. My nose twitched as I felt tears slide down my face, mixing with the puddle of blood when they hit the floor. I went to move her again but was so scared to touch her fragile body. I stared as the puddle grew on the floor, reminding me of the first time she was hurt.

A bang at the door made me flinch, though I didn't look away from her. I heard a creak as it swung open, footsteps following into the room.

"Rocket, have you-" Peter froze, and when I looked over at him he was just staring at her, his jaw clenched as tears started to fall from his eyes. Something made him snap out of it and he quickly stepped towards her, crouching beside her as his hands gently rested on her arm. I saw his panic and realised there was no use, it was the exact same thing I had been doing.

I stood up and spared her one more glance, before tearing out of the room and past everybody else who was rushing down the hall towards her.

Peter's point of view.

She looked like she had died. The amount of blood she had lost surely went with that argument. Her skin was cold to the touch, and I could see it was pale, even though the room was dark. I kneeled next to her and stared, shaking my head.

"Phoebe you can't be dead." I whispered, my hand moving to grip hers gently as tears fell down my face. "You're the last family I have left...so y-you can't be d-dead."

It felt like somebody had ripped my heart out of my chest. I couldn't bare seeing her like that, when I knew it was my fault. It was my fault she had gotten hurt. I hadn't been there to protect her, to keep her safe, like brothers are supposed to do. I had never really been a big brother to her, just more of a selfish asshole.

The hardest day of my life had always been the day I made her leave the Ravengers ship. She had never told me anything, so walking into the room to see them beating the crap out of her sparked something inside of me. They had grabbed her by her hair, and was about to slam her into the wall when I walked in. I saw the pained expression on her face, the way she has clamped her jaw shut so she wouldn't make a sound. Anger had started to bubble inside of me and I stormed into the room, grabbing him by his collar and pulling him away from my sister. When I grabbed her wrist to pull her behind me, the fear was more evident on her face than ever, and it made me feel sick to look at. I pulled her behind me and kept a tight grip on her wrist as I yelled my throat raw at the guys that stood before me.

When I started walking her away, I knew there was only one way to keep her safe. The march to the pod was probably the longest of my life, and I had so many thoughts and feelings running through me at once.

This is wrong.

It will save her.

She will hate you.

She won't get hurt anymore.

"P-Peter?" I heard her ask, though I ignored her and kept my head forward.

When we reached the pod I saw the look of relief on her face, and I could tell she thought I was going with her. I made sure she was strapped in first so she couldn't get out, then I stepped away. She looked up at me in a panic, the fear evident in her eyes.

"Peter!" She yelled as she tugged at the straps keeping her in place. It took all I had not to go back in and get her out, I knew I would have done if she had screamed.

"Peter please!" I stepped out of the pod and turned to face her, seeing the tears stream down her face and seeing her struggle for breath as she tried not to cry.

"Stay safe." I had said quietly, before the pod shot away and into space.

The shit I got from Yondu because of that day was horrible. The amount of times I was punched in the gut, kicked in the ribs, and slammed back against the wall, hurt so much, but I knew I'd rather go through that then let Phoebe have to.

So, watching her lie there on the floor killed me. All of the shit I had done, and I still couldn't keep her safe. Adrenaline pumped inside my veins and I panicked, sitting up and pulling her hand towards me gently. I put my fingers to her wrist and felt the slightest pulse, though I knew if we didn't get her out of the building it wouldn't be there for much longer.

My hands shook as I moved them to her face, moving her to face me. Her skin was like ice, and it made me more scared then ever.

"Phoebe please." I whispered as I looked at her.

She seemed to flinch slightly, and it took her a small struggle, but she managed to open her eyes to look at me. I looked at her and let out a breath, seeing she wasn't dead.

"Phoebe, holy shit, you've gotta keep your eyes open!" I said as I looked at her, tears falling down my own face like they were falling down hers.

"Peter..." she whispered as she shook her head, taking in a small breath but wincing. Hearing her weak voice whisper my name made me feel sick to the stomach, and it took all I had not to be sick. "I'm so sorry..." I shook my head as I looked at her, tilting her head so she looked at me properly.

"Hey, none of that shit, we're going to get you outta here, okay?" I asked, watching her blink rapidly as her tears continued to fall. Her eyes slowly started to close, even though I could see her trying her best to keep them open.

"Phoebe, hey, open your eyes!" I said loudly, though I watched them shut and her go limp again. I moved my hands away from her and let out a breath, my hands going to my head as I looked at her.

"Phoebe what did he do to you?" I whispered as the tears flowed faster.

Footsteps down the hall made me snap my head towards the door, though I was somewhat relieved when I saw Gamora and Drax. Gamora put her hand over her mouth as she walked towards us, staring at her in obvious worry. Drax stayed by the door, his jaw clenched as he looked at her. I looked up at them and shook my head, only having two words to say.

"Help me."

Rocket's point of view.

Anger bubbled to the surface as I grabbed my gun on the way out, searching for the asshole. My paws were in tight fists, growls coming through my teeth as I searched the building. I heard the sound of a door shutting and stormed down the hall and through a door, growling when I saw who was stood there.

Soren grinned as he looked at me, bloodstained hands at his side. I loaded my gun and aimed it at him, causing him to start to step back. I growled and shot towards him, getting him in the leg. He yelled in pain, falling to the floor and clutching at his leg.

"You son of a bitch!" I yelled, walking towards him, loading my gun and aiming it at him again. He shuffled backwards, though his eyes locked with mine.

"What the fuck were you doing?! Why did you want her?! Who hired you?!" I yelled, my hand shaking as I held the blaster towards him. He gave me a half smirk as he looked at me, giving a dark chuckle, though he was obviously in pain.

"You really are as dumb as you look." He hissed through his teeth with another chuckle. I growled again, glaring at him.

"You almost killed her!" I roared.

"That was the point." I snarled and put my finger on the trigger, pressing the gun against his head. I froze as I heard a shout across the halls, looking back towards the door.

"Rocket, she's okay! We need to go the Nova are here!" Gamora yelled. I looked towards the door and saw Peter walking past with Phoebe in his arms, his own face stained with tears. I turned back towards Soren and smacked him in the side of the head with my blaster, watching as he fell to the floor in pain. I turned back towards him before I left the room, tears falling down my face again.

XxX

Nobody's point of view.

When they reached the hospital, Phoebe was immediately taken away from her brother and rushed down the hall. She was taken to the operation theatre immediately, several doctors following her into the room.

They stripped her of her jacket and extra clothing, an oxygen going over her mouth and, tubes going down her nose and in her arms. They looked at her stomach and saw a huge wound from the knife that was still there. It was taken out gently, then put aside for the Nova to use as evidence. The blood continued to leave her body, her skin way too pale under the harsh lights held above her.

After several scans, injections, and presses on the wound, they had managed to sew it up and stop the bleeding. Her pulse was dangerously slow, her breathing matching the pace. Doctors were hurrying around to find blood for a tranfusion, though there wasn't much Terran blood there. They had some for testing, so they had to make do with what was there.

Before they could start pumping the new blood into her body, the line went dead and a harsh noise was heard across the room. Doctors hurriedly grabbed the refibrillator and ran over to her, using it three times before her heart started again. After her heartbeat was as steady as it could be, they continued with the blood transfusion.

After hours and hours, she lay in the private recovery room she had, dressed in the green hospital gown as she lay in the bed, her eyes shut as she slept. Wires were still in her nose and arms, though she was looking much better than she had been originally.

The guardians had sat in the waiting room for hours, drowning in their thoughts as what happened finally became a reality to them. Peter sat with his head in his hands, eyes on the floor as his mind raced, images of his sister flashing through his brain. Seeing her hurt like that had killed him, making all of the emotions he had from loosing his mother come rushing back to him, though the pain seemed to have doubled. Tears stayed prominent in his eyes as he thought, not caring about the others around him.

Gamora had sat next to him for a while, thinking of what to say to make it better for him. She couldn't know the pain he was in, she had never been close to her sister, Nebula. The closest she had ever become to her was fighting with her as Thanos watched.

"She's going to be okay." She whispered, making Peter look towards her. "Peter...you know her...she's going to get through this.."

He sighed as he looked at her, shaking his head.

"You don't know that..." he sighed, looking back down. She moved herself closed to him, her arm wrapping around his, earning his eyes on her again.

"She will be fine, Peter."

Before he could reply, the doctor came back down the hall towards them, an unreadable expression on his face. Everybody looked up at him, nervous expressions on their faces. The doctor sighed before speaking.

"The good news is she's okay, and is sleeping in recovery as we speak." Peter and everybody else sighed, glad she had lived.

"And the bad news?" Gamora asked. She doctor sighed, looking at them directly.

"During the surgery, her heart stopped for a minute." They all froze, the worry setting back into them.

"Her heart...stopped?" Rocket asked, uncharacteristically quiet. The doctor gave a solemn nod of his head.

"Yes...her heart stopped."

Rocket had his eyes on the floor, not wanting to listen to anymore of the doctor's explanation.

My fault.

He shook his head and stood up, leaving the room without a second glance back.

I know, it's finally out! I'm so so so sorry it took so long to get this out. This past week has been insane and I haven't been able to post anything. No, this is not the last chapter, so don't worry. I thought I'd try writing in third person today, just so I didn't have to keep switching point of view. Anyways, what did you think? Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

-Bambie.