A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I've been super busy with school, but i'm back now! So I hope y'all like this chapter. Enjoy.
As soon as they got to the hospital, Gamora was taken from Peter's arms and rushed to another area that was closed off from other patients for privacy purposes as they examined her, leaving her friends and boyfriend in the waiting room.
Nove Prime had met them in the waiting room as soon as Dey had given her the word that they had once again admitted Gamora to the hospital.
"I just don't understand why Nebula wants this necklace so badly." Peter said, looking at the older woman that was sitting across from him.
"She's power hungry. She wants power and wants to kill Thanos with it. She won't stop until she gets that power." She explained with a sigh, "I just can't believe Gamora gave it to a Terran."
"Gamora gave it to someone that she trusts. You and I both know that she doesn't trust a lot of people and she wouldn't have given it to Maria, let alone SHIELD, if she didn't trust them."
Meanwhile, the doctors were fussing over Gamora after taking several test, including but not limited to; a CT scan, MRI, X-Rays, and several blood tests.
"She needs an immediate surgery. We need to stop the internal bleeding and to do that we need to remove the ruptured spleen and drain the fluid from the collapsed lung." Dr. Camara said, placing a tube in one of Gamora's chest cavities where the collapsed lung was before she placed a breathing tube down the assassins throat, "She's also going to need surgery to repair the ligaments and nerves in her knee. We need to move quickly." She added, nodding to her companions as they wheeled her off to an OR.
"What the hell should we do then? That jackass isn't going to avoid Earth forever." Rocket snapped, sulking in his chair next to Groot.
Nova Prime nodded, "Yes, but my main concern right now is for Gamora's health. We'll worry about it when she is well." She said as she got up, giving one last look at them before turning on her heel and leaving the waiting room.
Peter sighed and got up out of his chair and began pacing for what seemed like hours before he suddenly stopped. Peter gave one look at his friends.
"This sucks! Why her!?" He yelled, punching the wall in the process.
"You must be calm, Peter." Drax said, his voice strangely calm as he shared a sympathetic look with Rocket and Groot.
"How the hell can I be calm when Gamora's life is hanging by a thread?" He asked bitterly, walking back to his seat and sitting down with his head in his hands.
None of them really knew what Peter meant by 'hanging by a thread' but decided that it was best not to ask considering the circumstances.
"I am Groot."
Rocket looked at Groot before he sighed and looked at the half-terran, "Groot's right. Gamora's a fighter and this is a fight that she isn't going to lose." Rocket agreed, climbing onto Groot so his face was level with Peter's.
"You need to stay positive. If it were you, Gamora would not give up on you as easily as you are doing to her." Drax said, sighing.
It was true and Drax was right. If it was him that was dying Gamora would commit a mass murder and it wasn't fair of him to doubt her survival.
They sat in silence for the next six hours when Dr. Camara approached.
"How is she?" Peter asked, rushing over to the doctor.
Dr. Camara sighed, "She had a ruptured spleen, a collapsed lung, all of her ribs are broken, massive internal bleeding, and several torn ligaments from her dislocated knee...and a concussion. We removed the ruptured spleen and managed to stop the internal bleeding and drain the fluid from her lung. We also put her knee back into place and repaired a good majority of the ligament and nerve damage."
"Will she be okay though?" Peter asked, a hopeful tone in his voice.
The doctor sighed again, "Please come with me, Mr. Quill."
Peter nodded and followed Dr. Camara all the way to the intensive care unit of the Xandarian hospital where Gamora lay with a ventilator helping her breath and a tube in her chest area. She had a leg brace that would help with the healing of her knee and an IV in her arm. She also had red, blue, and yellow wires attached to her scalp.
"What are the wires for?" Peter asked, raising an eye brow at her.
"The reason the surgery took as long as it did was because infection had already started to spread due to her ruptured spleen. She may need another surgery because it's likely that the internal bleeding may start again. As for the wires, she has a brain injury which was caused by the force of which she hit her head. We don't have much to go on at this point until the other test results are finished. It's a little soon to tell, but if she wakes up, we're confident that she will make a full recovery."
Peter's eyes widened when the doctor said 'if', "What do you mean if she wakes up?" He asked, his blue eyes looking at the doctor in concern, knowing that the bad news was coming.
"Mr. Quill, we don't know if Gamora will survive the night."
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