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ɢ ᴀ ᴍ ᴏ ʀ ᴀ. ([personal profile] godslay) wrote in [community profile] vol3 2019-12-12 07:49 am (UTC)

[ The mention of the word "friend" makes Maw's thin brows rise up his large forehead. ]

I see.

[ Though he gives little else away.

He turns from Peter, striding down the hall with a case in hand, towards the bedroom. He finds Gamora leaning against the headboard, looking drawn and dirty and bruised. ]


My, my, what a mess we have here.

[ Maw clicks his tongue as he brings the case with him to Gamora's bedside. He sets it on the mattress, unlocking it and opening it wide to sort through its contents. ]

Your father is most displeased with the rumblings he's heard already, Gamora.

[ Gamora barely casts Maw a glare, her teeth clenched tight to keep something scathing at bay. ]

You may soon see more of your sister for the remainder of your time in LA, depending on the severity of whatever you've done to yourself.

[ Like she should have avoided all of this, like she should have known better.

(She should have. She'd been distracted.)

Maw draws out gloves, tools, and a bag of blood – Gamora's, of course. The first order of business is clearly seeing to the blood she's already lost, and a transfusion is the most crucial treatment; Maw is quick and almost mechanical in how efficiently he prepares, how he swabs her inner arm with disinfectant, how he non-too-gently finds a vein and inserts a butterfly needle. Gamora only inhales once, sharp and short, but she tries to keep her demeanor impassive (even though she's exhausted, even though the illogical part of her just wants to curl around Peter and sleep).

Maw hands the bag of blood to Gamora once it's attached to her IV. ]


Hold that up.

[ Of course he hadn't brought a portable stand with him.

He ensures she takes it in the hand of her wounded side, encouraging her to lift the bag high, while ignoring the strain in her body and the slight tremor that comes with the tension pulling at the bandaged site. But Gamora knows he expects her to stay perfectly in place while he works, no matter how much her body may protest.

She's trying not to focus on the pain, and her hazy gaze sweeps the bedroom, searching for Peter. ]

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