Peter had been in the hospital for days, while doctors performed numerous of tests on him to see why he is still alive. So far, they received nothing. So here he was, lying in a hospital bed, with nothing to do and nothing to eat. The only damn thing he could eat right now is ice cubes! What the hell! The only good thing that came out of lying in bed all day, was that Gamora never left his side for more than a few minutes. Well, living is good too I guess, but having Gamora by his side was the best thing he could ask for right now.

Gamora was asleep next to him. She was sitting on a similar plastic chair that he was sitting in last time, with her head on his arm. She nuzzled into him and smiled in her sleep. Peter loved to see her getting peaceful sleep because of the things she's been through. What he wanted more than anything was for her to fall asleep in his arms, like they did before he ended up in the hospital. Gamora started to shiver and squeezed her eyes, tightly. Peter saw a tear fall from her eye. He gently shook her with his free arm, flinching at the pain coming from his chest. He shook her a little harder, as her eyes shot open. She frantically looked around the room as if she was still dreaming.

"Hey. Hey. Hey. Gam. Calm down. It's me, it's Peter." He said, trying to calm her, while cupping her cheek with the arm Gamora was lying on.

"Peter?" She asked. Gamora grabbed Peter's hand and squeezed it to make sure he was really there. She lowered her head as a tear leaked from her eye.

"Gam, you okay?" He asked as he rubbed Gamora's arm, with the hand that cupped her cheek. Gamora shook her head.

"What happened?"

"It was a nightmare." She whispered. "You were in it. It happened right after I had returned to the Milano from the Sanctuary. You...you didn't make it, Peter." She collapsed on top of him and sobbed into his chest. "Peter, I feel like you're the only one who understands me, completely. I don't want to lose you."

Peter held her tightly, ignoring the pain in his chest. "I made you a promise, didn't I?"

"You almost broke that promise."

"True, but I didn't." He paused for a moment. "Do you want to lay next to me? I can make room."

"Peter, I won't make you uncomfortable like that."

Peter shrugged. "If anything, it will make me more comfortable, since my badass girlfriend, can protect my weak ass."

Gamora sighed and climbed in next to him. "Who is this girlfriend?" Gamora flirted as she dried her tears.

"Well, she used to be an assassin. She could kill anyone with a wink of an eye. She's beautiful and green."

Gamora nuzzled into him. "Tell me more."

"She's caring,-" Peter kissed Gamora on her neck. "Amazing as hell,-" He kissed her on her cheek. "Nurturing,-" He kissed her forehead. "And the most important person in my life." He finally kissed her on her lips.

"She sounds amazing." Peter kissed her on her lips again.

"She's something alright." Peter chuckled. "Now, tell me about your boyfriend."

Gamora hummed. "Do I have to?" Peter nodded. "Ugh, fine. He's charming, and,-"

"Dreamy?"

Gamora smiled. "Eh."

"What about his abs? You gotta love those." He joked as he pulled off the covers, stretched out his torso, pulled up his hospital gown and start to rub his abs.

Gamora placed a hand on them. "Eh, they're okay." She quickly took her hand off of him and smirked.

Peter pouted and pulled his hospital gown back down. "Aw, you don't mean that. His abs are every girls' weakness." Gamora rolled her eyes playfully. "You gotta at least love them somewhat."

Gamora chuckled. "I never said I didn't." She nuzzled into Peter. "And...I love him."

Peter kissed her forehead. "I love you, too."

"Peter, can you sing one of your songs to me?"

"You want me to sing to you? That's a new one." Peter chuckled. "Which one?"

"The first song you danced with me to, when we started dating."

"Ah, got it." He cleared his throat dramatically. Gamora hit him playfully. "Okay, okay." He took a deep breath and started singing. "What I want, you've got and it might be hard to handle. But like the flame that burns the candle, the candle feeds the flame, yeah yeah. What I've got's full stock of thoughts and dreams that scatter. You pull them all together and how, I can't explain, oh yeah, well well you, you make my dreams come true. Well well you, oh yeah, you make my dreams come true."

Peter looked to the side of him and saw Gamora passed out cold in his arms. But, he didn't care; he kept singing for her anyways. "Girl oh yeah. On a night when bad dreams become a screamer. When they're messin' with a dreamer, I can laugh it in the face; twist and shout my way out and wrap yourself around me." He held Gamora tighter. "'Cause I ain't the way you found me and I'll never be the same, oh yeah. Well 'cause you, you make my dreams come true, oh yeah. Well well you, you make my dreams come true, whoa yeah."

The next morning, Nova Prime entered the room with a data-pad. "Good news!" She exclaimed. Gamora sat up in her chair, while Peter sat up in his bed. The rest of the Guardians followed her into the room. "We found out why Peter survived the stab wound."

"Stop stalling and tell us, lady!" Rocket yelled.

"Rocket,-" Gamora started out.

"I know, I know." He interrupted, backing down.

"Part of the reason was of Peter's non-Terran heritage. Another part of the reason was because of his stubbornness and unwillingness to die. The last reason was pure luck. There are those rare times when a individual dies and come back to life because they are not ready to die. Peter was one of those individuals."

"You are saying Peter is immortal?" Drax asked.

"She never said that, Dipshit! She's saying Pete got lucky!" Rocket snapped.

"Well, now that you know, I should be leaving." Nova Prime said as she exited the room.

Peter watched her walk out, confused. "That can't be it. There has to be another reason."

"It sounds like a reasonable explanation. But, I do agree with you. She either isn't telling us something or there has to be more to what happened." Gamora concluded.

The Guardians sat there in silence, trying to figure out other possible reasons.