[ The struggle getting back to the Milano had been more than a little rough. Quill put the brunt of his focus on Stark, only stopping when he had to from taking on most of his weight, and sitting him down when they absolutely needed to. It was quiet getting back, interspersed with Peter offering small encouragements. Finally, a relieved: there she is.

Funny how it went, right? This guy showed up with all this flash and pomp and he didn't want jack to do with him. There was the fight, and then---he can't think about the fact that they lost. If he thinks about that, he'll think about Mantis, and Drax. Gamora. He'll wonder about Rocket and Groot. He can't do that. So, he does what he is able to do.

He gets Stark onto the ship, and to their little medbay that isn't even equipped for the shit they've been through, but it's something. Quill is banged up, but he didn't get stabbed by a big, purple, a-hole raisin. Lucky for them, he knows a little bit thanks to being raised by Yondu and the Ravagers. Maybe it's enough to get them some real help.

He sets him down on the rickety bunk they have down there as gently as he's able. ]

Okay, I'm gonna get you something for the pain first, and we'll get a better look, yeah?

[ Quill sets his jaw, lips pressed together thinly, and heads over to their---the gear. God, does this mean they're gone forever? What are they supposed to---Get it together, Quill. Gettin' all soft over here and for what? Can't do anything for them. Can do something for this guy, though.

He's got to. The idea of trying to do this on his own makes his stomach do flips, never mind the tight feeling in his chest. He grabs the injector and goes back to him. ]

Here we go. This is gonna sting a little.