A/N: Hey guys! So as i'm writing this i'm watching shark week. I have literally ha no social life this whole summer. Just watching shark week, marvel movies, and writing fanfiction. Yep. My life. Any way, enjoy!

Peter took Gamora's pulse, shocked at just how weak she was. This wasn't good at all. Gamora was shaking, almost as though she was cold, only she wasn't. Her green eyes, usually so full of life and attitude, began to droop and became dull. The life slowly leaving them.

"Hey, Gamora, stay with us. You're going to be alright." Peter says, smoothing back Gamora's black hair that was wet with sweat. She groans once again and grabs Peter's arm in a death grip once more.

Drax kneels down beside her and takes the bandage off her hand, taking a sharp in take of breath. The wound on her hand left by the plant appeared to be infected and still bleeding.

"Groot, go get the first aid kit." Drax ordered, not taking his eyes off the weakened woman who was struggling to stay awake.

"I am Groot." Groot replied, disappearing and coming back moments later with the first aid kit.

Drax opened the kit and took out some anti-septic to try and keep the infection from spreading throughout her body and kept applying pressure to the wound as Gamora began to shake again.

She was in shock and mumbling that she was going to die. No one had seen her so scared before.

"Shh. You're not gonna die." Peter assured her, looking at the others with uncertainty as Drax gave her some medication for the pain.

"I'll set the course for Xandar. They'll take better care of her than we can." Rocket said quietly, leaving the room with everyone following.

Everyone except Peter, anyway.

Gamora was struggling to stay awake.

"Don't worry. You'll be okay. We're going to get you to a Xandarian hospital and they will take good care of you. Just hold on." Peter said, lying down beside her and placing an arm around her shoulders.

"Are you...sure...a'out that?" She gasped, struggling to breathe.

"Positive." He said, slowly leaning down to give her a kiss on the forehead.

Normally, Gamora would have snapped at him or held a knife to his throat, but today she was much too weak to do so. And Peter was scared shitless.

"Do you need anything?" He asked, noticing that she hadn't stopped shaking. Gamora weakly shook her head, causing for him to sigh and sit up, shrugging off his jacket and placing it on top of her.

She didn't say anything as her eyes drifted shut and she fell into a deep sleep, curled against Quill's side.

A/N: Let me know what y'all think! If you have any predictions, ideas, anything of that sort, feel free to tell me. Please review :)