Yondu woke to the sound of someone calling him. It was the hospital. Panic filled his body as he answered. They informed him that Peter had disappeared, all of his stuff was gone and that there was no evidence of the Terran ever being there. Yondu stifled a chuckle and answered,

"If I know that boy like I do, I would say that he's far far away." He then hung up and called the Milano.

When Gamora woke up she noticed they were flying and quickly woke the others up, not noticing the pair of blue eyes that were following her.

"Drax! Rocket! Why are we flying? Who did this? We need to go back for Peter!" The other two jumped out of the bed quickly and raced to the flight deck. They were very confused when they found baby Groot in the seat. Peter decided he could not hold in his laughter any longer and started to chuckle, holding the wall as his legs weren't strong enough to hold him that well.

"PETER!" They yelled in surprise and anger.

"Peter, you haven't fully recovered yet! You should be back at the hospital!" Gamora said showing her displeasure of seeing Peter here. They could all tell how much it pained the man to stand, they could see the discomfort behind his eyes.

"I'm fine. I just couldn't stand being in the hospital." Is the only explanation they got, but that didn't suffice their curious and annoyed minds.

"Why? What was so important that you couldn't stay in the fucking hospital to recover fully?" Rocket yelled angrily but before Peter could answer, Yondu was calling them. Peter seized the opportunity and answered the call.

"Hey, Yondu!"
"Boy! I just got a call from the hospital saying you had up and left! Now one side of me is proud of you, but the other side of me is pissed that you didn't stay and fully recover."
"Yondu, you know I can't stand hospitals."
"I know boy, but sometimes you gotta put up with things that you don't like."

"Well I hate the place and quite frankly I don't think having panic attacks throughout the nights were necessarily beneficial towards my god damned recovery and health!" He yelled in annoyance, stupidly admitting that he had had panic attacks because of the place, information of which he was planning to withhold for a good few lifetimes.

"Peter." Everyone said even Yondu.

"Look I am fine. I'm just going to get more sleep and then I will be fine." Is all the blonde said before he limped off to his bunk.

Gamora, Drax and Rocket turned to Yondu who was frowning and asked why he hated hospitals so much.

Yondu sighed but answered "He hates the places so much because he lost his mother there. The doctors on Earth couldn't save his mother who had cancer -a Terran illness that is very deadly. And at his young age, he probably blamed the hospital for not saving his mother."

The others looked down at the floor as they realised it was a reasonable explanation. They all silently agreed to never bring it up before saying bye to Yondu.

Yondu sat back in his chair. Placing his head on top of his hands as he looked out into the atmosphere.

"Capt'in, what's happened?" Kraglin asked from behind,

"Well, it seems that our boy up and left the 'ospital." A small smile appeared on Kraglin's face before he sighed in exasperation.

"It's not like we didn't expect it. I mean remember when he was thirteen and we took him to the hospital? We probably put it into his head that he could just leave." Yes, Yondu remembers that day, probably a bit more vividly than his crew.

***flashback***

Peter and Kraglin had woken up to something smashing into the ship. They rushed to the flight deck.

"What's going on Yondu?"
"We're. Being. Attacked" He answered between pauses as he focused on steering the ship

"What can we do?"
"Kraglin, make sure everyone is at the correct stations, then help out with the guys who are trying to shoot the enemy, I think they are missing someone or they're being idiots." Kraglin hastily left after being told his order. "Peter. I need you to fasten up and sit down."
Despite wanting to help out, Peter followed the instruction. Well, he tried to. As soon as he headed toward the seat, the ship got hit again. It was a huge hit that caused Peter to go flying into the wall. As he smashed into it head-first the ship tilted and something sharp and heavy flew into the side of Peter's torso. It went straight through his flesh.

"Captain. Guns are up to full power. We can blow them up." Peter faintly heard through the receiver.

He faintly heard an explosion and the ship seemed to return to its normal flying position. Someone ran into the room. It was Kraglin.

"Where's Peter?"
"He should be sitting down. I told him to." They turned and saw Peter bleeding out on the floor. Looking at one another, they knew they had to stop at a hospital or the boy would bleed to death. As Kraglin went to keep pressure on the wound, Yondu set the coordinates for the closest hospital before speeding off to it. Within 20 minutes they had arrived and rushed in with the Terran. The nurses and doctors rushed off to deal with him. Kraglin and Yondu were pacing in worry for the boy had unknowingly weaved himself into their hearts.

When the doctor finally allowed them in, they saw Peter was even paler than when he had been brought in.

"Peter Jason Quill. Terran. He has lost a lot of blood, but we have given him blood replenishers. He will have to stay here for at the very least four nights. We have yet to see any symptoms from his blood loss but he will most likely be weak, feel lightheaded, his skin could be cold or clammy, he could feel dizzy and nauseous, etc." The doctor said.

The two of them decided to stay the night in the hospital waiting room/reception. They managed to fall asleep, lying on a row of chairs each, but they were woken by the sound of feet rushing into a room. Or more specifically, Peter's room. Confusion and worry etched across their faces and they went to the door of the room. The doctor came out.

"What happened? Is he alright?" The two asked in perfect unison,

"He is fine. He had a panic attack. Has he had them before?"

"Not to our knowledge. Is he awake?"
"No, we've had to sedate him before he could worsen his recovery." The doctor answered before walking away.

The next morning Kraglin and Yondu had gone into Peter's room to find the boy awake and staring at his walkman. He seemed to be lost in thought as he hadn't moved an inch when they entered.

"Peter?" Kraglin said, snapping the boy from his thoughts.

"Yes?" The boy croaked out

"How are you feeling?"
"Alright. Just numb." Was the short answer

"Mind telling us boy, why you had a panic attack last night?" Yondu asked as Peter looked away.

"I hate these places."
"Why is that boy?"
"Because my mother died in a hospital. Because as she reached out for me to take her hand, I just looked away, I couldn't be there for her as she died. Because every time I even think about these types of places, I think of how I disappointed her and how she died." Peter said angrily as he wiped the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.

Thus to say, Peter didn't end up staying another night. After Yondu slyly got an update on how Peter was doing -which he was recovering fast due to his hybrid heritage. Then during that night, they managed to sneak the boy out and they vanished into space continuing on what they do.

***flashback end***

Snapping from his thoughts, he and Kraglin shared a look before going far into space to look for some things to steal.

From that day on, Peter's team were rather protective over Quill. On missions they made sure to keep an eye on him and they often scanned his body for injuries. While it was a nice gesture, it made Quill feel like a baby. And that annoyed him.

He finally ended up snapping at them after a few weeks of the continuous watching. But they could tell he wasn't as pissed off as he seemed.

The End

Authors notes:
Right, that's the end of this story. I am currently writing (on paper) another Hurt!Peter fanfiction, however, if I do decide to post it, I won't be doing that for a while. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this and I apologise if it seems rushed.

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