Thank the Gods
Thor had just sat there cradling Loki on the floor for a while. He thought that he was going to lose his brother but as fate would have it Loki is still here with him. Loki didn't move an inch in his arms which concerned him greatly but didn't stop him from continuing to cradle his brother.
While he was holding him he couldn't help but take a look at the wound. It had been cleaned and bandaged however blood still soaked the bandage in a somewhat large sized puddle.
"We don't have a lot in the way of medical supplies and experience but we did the best we could. We don't know how long he'll last like that though. His breathing isn't good and whatever stabbed him probably did some internal damage. We'll need to find him help and soon" said Gamora.
"That's alright, I'm just glad he's alive. You are right however, he needs help or he will not last long " said Thor. As he looked at his brother he felt a small movement and then another. "Loki" asked Thor cautiously. He didn't expect a response but was still saddened when none came.
The Guardians all felt their hearts drop while watching. They didn't know these these two Gods but they could all see how much love was shared between them. "We should probably get going...he's not getting any better" said Starlord.
Thor didn't look up from his brothers face but nodded his head in understanding. His brother needed help and he wouldn't prevent him from getting it. "Where will we go to acquire this help" Thor asks as he finally looks away from his brother's face.
"I don't know but we'll find a place that can help him" said Starlord as he and the others got into their positions to fly the ship.
Thor turns his gaze back to his brothers face and pulls him closer as the ship begins to fly faster.