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Gamora saw only darkness, which told her she must be asleep.
Am I dying? She thought, knowing deep down that she was. The woman could hear what everyone was saying, but her green eyes refused to open.
"If she expects to live, she better start fighting." She heard a woman tell someone. She felt someone place a cold, gentle, hand on her forehead.
"It's her choice in the end. If she dies or if she lives...it's her choice." Another woman said, taking her hand off Gamora's forehead.
I am trying. Gamora thought.
Not long afterwards, she heard a rapid beeping sound and felt her pulse slowly fading away. She could hear Dr. Camara shouting orders at the other doctors and nurses in the room.
"Get the AED." She ordered, rushing to Gamora's bedside and began to do chest compression as the beeping was reduced to just one flat line. She rubbed the two charges together.
"Clear!" She shouted, pressing them to Gamora's chest.
They waited. Nothing.
"Increase the charge." She ordered, and the nurse didn't have to be told twice as she upped the charge.
"Clear!" She shouted again, once more shocking Gamora in an attempt to jump start her heart.
Dr. Camara nodded at the nurse once more, who once again increased the charge.
"Clear!"
They waited for what seemed like hours before the slow, steady beep returned, signalling that she was once again breathing.
"We need to perform more tests and get her to the OR. Now."
Peter was back out in the waiting room after talking to Dr. Camara, letting his friends know what was happening.
"She's going to be alright." Rocket said, reaching one of his paws up and placing it on his arm.
"I don't know. Dr. Camara said that fewer than fifty percent survive this type of infection."
"Yes, but that gives her an equal chance of survival." Drax said calmly, nodding his head to where a different doctor stood.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Orianthi Tulsa." She said, shaking Peter's hand.
"What's wrong? Is everything alright?"
Dr. Tulsa gestured for him to take a seat, which he did.
"We did some more tests, including an echocardiogram and Dr. Camara is bringing her to surgery right now as we speak. She has pericarditis. We suspect the infection from her ruptured spleen has made it's way to the areas around her heart and lungs." She said, sighing, "Which also means that cardiac temponade is very possible. Excess fluid puts pressure on the heart and doesn't allow her blood to pump properly. Less blood leaves the heart, which caused her to flatline due to her dramatic drop in blood pressure." She explained, sitting down next to him.
"So what's next?"
"Nothing"
Peter gawked at the doctor. Never had he heard a doctor say those words before. Even when his mother was dying in the hospital, the doctors didn't give up on his mother until her last dying breath.
"What do you mean?"
"After this surgery, there's nothing much we can do for her. We can keep her comfortable, but if she decides to let go and give up, there's very little. The odds of her making it now are at less than twenty-five percent."
"But you can't just stand by and do nothing! It's like you don't even..."
Dr. Tulsa cut him off, standing up and brushing a strand of dark hair out of her face before she turned to him.
"I am sorry." She said, giving him a sympathetic look before she made her way back in the direction of the ICU.
Peter said nothing but took off at full speed and through the various hallways of the hospital before he found the stair well.
He made it up to the roof in record time, slamming the door behind him as he began to hyperventilate, his hands gripping the railing so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
The former outlaw took some deep, shaky breaths which sounded as though he were gasping for breath.
Peter put his head down and cried.
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