Yondu gets sick and Peter will do everything to save his life

Chapter Five The Act of Giving

For the Ravagers there was the Captain, First and Second Mate and everyone else under that. If the Captain was sick which he never was, it was always an issue even though Yondu tried to block it out and pretend that it wasn't a problem.

He was sniffle filled, had a raging headache and just felt like as sack of shit, he was barking orders at his crew and hoping eventually would past as he grew hot and cold and he just ached all over. Even he tried to play it down, Captains didn't show weakness to anyone.

Until he collapsed on the ground of his quarters, fitting violently, his eyes rolled back into his skull, and he was sweaty and delirious. Something which had been heard by Peter Jason Quill and the nineteen-year-old rushed into Yondu's room, using his hacking skills to override the door code.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Peter knew he couldn't do a ship hail, then everyone would know, and Yondu would hate that. Instead, he discreetly summoned Kraglin and Alezduren, the latter a field medic, who rushed in and surmised the situation.,

Yondu just pale and sick, and so unresponsive but they had to keep it casual, they had to fake the appearance he was ok.

In the end, both Kraglin and Alezduren made it look like Yondu was just dead drunk and manages to walk his out the door, while Peter followed afterwards.

"Is he going to be ok?" Peter whispered, he knew he had been sick a few years earlier, but he could never imagine it for his Captain. Yondu was the tower of strength, fierce and foreboding, he couldn't be sick, he just couldn't

In the Med Bay, Yondu was stripped out of everything and lay only in his underpart with a blanket being thrown over him to be discreet. His entire body was slick with sweat, and his face grimaced as if he was fighting something terrible within him.

Carefully Peter put his hand out and touched Yondu's face, this was surreal to him, to see Yondu sick, even his headpiece seemed to have dimmed instead of looking like the usual explosions of red.

Alezduren was hard at work hydrating the Captain and trying to make him comfortable, having become an expert on all things Terran illnesses, he had also brushed up on everyone else's. Taking some blood samples from the Captain, he also took an ice cold washcloth and instructed Peter was wipe it down his body.

For Alezduren he noticed Peter's worried expression and wanted to reassure him, but he wouldn't lie to him. Experience had taught him that was the worst thing he could do under any circumstances.

But it was still difficult when Yondu came around a few hours later, to hear the news, and respected that Alezduren didn't waste words about it.

"You have Meslinaxuese, a very aggressive type" He said directly, which Yondu just stared at the ceiling.

He knew this disease, airborne and life-threatening, he was aware that this could happen at any time, someone could get infected, and it could lie dormant for decades.

When he was young, it had decimated his clans leaving to many dead children. He knew it was dangerous and was progressing. Fuck he could feel it progressing, through his veins making it feel his blood was boiling and soon it would be too late. If he were in the mood, he would have just laughed, but instead just stared at the ceiling digesting this information.

"So how long do I have," he simply told the hybrid and noticed Peter was just leaning against an empty biobed, with a strange look on his face, while Kraglin had joined them in the room, the same expression on his face as Peter Yondu noticed in his delirium.,

"Right there is a cure, science has evolved in the last few years, and there is a way to create a vaccine, we inject the virus into someone who's never had it and use their blood to create a vaccine, to cure them and also another.

"So who on the crew are stupid enough to do that?" Yondu managed to mumble, his tongue as thick as his head. While all three of the crew looked away for a second until Kraglin cleared his throat which was like ringing in Yondu's ears.

"Peter's going to do it. He was vaccinated, but he's never had it. And he's volunteering to do it" Kraglin said quickly, as Peter didn't move from the biobed, but Yondu noticed he looked guilty and looked concerned, managing to get out.

"Like fuck he is", Yondu struggled to get out, the mere thought of words, making his entire body hurt.

"Yondu, I want to do it, I'm the only one who can save you," Peter said earnestly, as Yondu tried to get up but failed, but he was Captain, and his word was absolute. "No Peter, you could get sick, you could have a seizure" concerned, fuck he couldn't help him. Yondu would rather due, then let his boy help even though the Peter looked sincere.

"We know that. I'm going to be monitored, and Az and Kraglin will not leave my side, I want to do this."

"You can't, you stupid asshole, you just can't". as Kraglin spoke up, while Yondu's head began to spin.

"It's too late Yondu, we injected Peter an hour ago".

"What the fuck" Yondu tried to say, but could feel himself slipping back into unconsciousness, but he caught faint snatches of. "Peter are you ready for this"

There was nothing after that.

Time had no meaning, but Yondu relived everything.

Yondu was three, safe in his father's pouch, feeling loved and safe

Yondu was five, watching his parents hand him over, begging them to stop as they turned away

Yondu was a slave being beaten over and over again, the strikes as real as if he was ten all over again.

Yondu was in battle with the Kree at his side, dispatching the rest of his clan

Yondu was in his cage then the Ravagers came abroad, tense and ready for a fight. About to strike when Starker grabbed him.

Yondu was giving his red coat and clan and felt safe and warm.

Mixed messages of his life of whores, and crimes. Of Ego the faces of all the children. Peter's tear-stained face, Yondu hearing his voice, whispered, willing, losing and finding. All his mistakes and redemptions and Peter's smiling face.

"He's fitting, hold him down" Kraglin's voice ripped through his mind, and Yondu struggled to scream the one name on his mind through the darkness.

"Peter", his rough voice, his arms failing like lead but there was still a strength, "Peter". His hands closing over something, feeling comfort, feeling something

Then darkness once more.

Coldness in his arms, and the sound of machines beeping loudly, Yondu forced his eyes open to see Kraglin and Alezduren staring at him, the First Mate, looking relieved. Yondu eyes narrowed, stubble on his face and exhaustion in his eyes.

"How long was I out for?" Yondu managed to get out through parched lips, and his body felt cooler but still ached.

"Three days, but you're going to be fine" The Xandarian stated as Yondu still glazed eyes begun to wander around the room. "Peter", he said, wanting to hear the news, but dreading it at the same time.

Too which Alezduren just grinned and Yondu noted he was holding something, callused and strong and his eyes darted over to see his boy on the biobed next to him, looking like shit, with drips in his veins and just exhausted, yet still peaceful.

"Peter's going to be fine, it was touch and go for a while, and he did have a seizure, but that was just the reaction. We managed to resequence his blood and made an antidote. Thought we were going to lose you both for a while" Alezduren shrugged trying desperately to play it down the last seventy-two hours of hell for everyone in the room, which caused Kraglin to fill in the rest.

"We moved the biobeds to make everything easier, and when he was fitting, you grabbed his hand. He just calmed down, and he's been reacting well ever since.

"Will he be ok" God Yondu was exhausted already, he needed to sleep but desperately needed to know, as Alezduren spoke quietly. "He'll be all right, we told the crew that he was the one sick and you weren't leaving his side. It's not exactly a lie after all". The hybrid shrugged, we can discharge you in a few hours, and you'll be okay in a few days. But Pete we want him to be on bed rest for the next week."

As Yondu felt himself drifting back off to sleep, he felt Peter squeeze his hand in his dreams and was hesitant to let go. "I need to get him something nice," Yondu said, more to himself "Something good".

"Well the kid just saved your life, that's a hell of a present you've got to get him" Kraglin almost chucked as a very grateful Yondu slipped back into sleep, almost verbalising thanking his son for the gift of saving his own worthless life.

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