Aftermath
When they were back in the hanger bay, the Captain carried Peter off again. He didn't limp, or flinch or bat an eye as his men came around to watch. He took the boy to the bunks, and instructed his men to keep an eye on him. They'd seek a healer if they needed to. "Wake him up... feed him. Make sure he is okay..."
Yondu turned away and made his way to the bridge. As he stepped through doors he made a motion at them. "Get us out of here. Somewhere the crew can spend their credits." He almost fell into his chair, features scrunching with displeasure at the pain it wrought through him.
Kraglin was quick to come to his Captain's side, his eyes watching the other with concern before he growled out his orders in turn. "You heard 'im! Get us out of here. Somewhere we can actually find someone t'look these two us too."
With that the speeding off and away from Knowhere quick fast and in a hurry. Again, the younger second in command came to rest in a kneel on the left side of his Captain's chair, side glancing the old fool with an ever-growing frown. "Y'hurt." He examined with ease.
"Y'didn't think about sayin' so on the comms back there?"
Yondu sagged in his seat. A heavy sigh leaving him as they jumped away from Knowhere. It made him anxious being anywhere near there. The Collector may have had a leveler head on his shoulders than his brother, or Ego, but that didn't mean a damn thing. He'd keep Peter prisoner if he had a chance. Not this time. He was thankful for that at the very least.
When Kraglin spoke, Yondus red eyes turned to him. "Not the first time. Won't be the last time," He muttered quietly, shaking his head. "Had other things tah worry about."
"Yeah n'he's fine." Kraglin pointed out. "But now worry 'bout yourself. Go get some sleep. I can handle things from here. You need t'patch that up." He subtly gestured to the man's chest. "I can smell ya more than I can see ya. Y'smell like burnt roadkill and not the kinda ya can eat."
"M'gettin word from downstairs that your boys been fed and his head dress has been cleaned but he still ain't doin' too good. You both may need t'see a healer come mornin'."
Yondu nodded his head wrinkling his nose as he huffed. "Yeah yeah yeah... " He shoved himself up outa the chair he was in and glanced at Krag. "You make sure the kid is checked over. Even if we get there before mornin. I'll be fine and get seen when things are done."
The Captain took himself to his quarters. With a frown he shut his door, locking it down to keep anyone from coming in. His coat literally peeled away from him, taking the scabbing layer with it. Yondu spent a lot of time cleaning himself up as best he could. Finally, with a bit of alcohol to dull the pain, he managed to drift off, sprawled out across his bed.
Kraglin nodded and gave the Ravager salute. "Y'can count on me Cap'n. I'll come get you when we're there. If You don't open that door I'll pry it sir." Krag warned with a small smirk. With that he watched his Captain leave, still worry crossed his young face.
When morning did come there came his knocks. Ever the punctual and ever the true to his word, the younger Ravager waited at the Captain's quarter's, waiting for him to open his doors. "Sir? Sir we're here. N'I got some bad news about the kid." If anything woke him up it would be that.
When morning came, he was hurting even worse, he'd woken after turning and he'd stuck to the sheets. Now the burns were weeping and bloodied once more. Nothing that some good healing medicine couldn't fix. Only the deepest wounds scarred him. The sound of Krag pounding on his door drew him up. He was still wearing his cargos but he didn't bother with a shirt or his jacket. Just the belt around his hips with the arrow swinging in its holster.
"What's wrong with the kid?" He looked far from happy when the door opened. Of course, a lot of that could be the burning of the damaged skin that made him sour.
"Sweet gods in the sky." Kraglin hissed as the door opened.
"Y'look like shit." He muttered honestly, making a face at the wounds marking touch blue skin. "Dammit...yeah we're goin' to the Healers pronto."
"As for the kid...his head injury ain't gettin' any prettier. He keeps calling out f'you in his sleep. It ain't as bad as you though. Dammit, you're fucked up this way till Tuesday. The hell happened down there?" With a sigh, he shook his head. "Just get dressed. I'll carry th'kid. Most of the crews gone now. Off spendin' their money around the planet. I'll fly you and th'kid to a specialist."
"Aint the worst I've had Krag," he grunted. That wasn't far from the truth. He bore scars the said so. "We get the kid checked out first. Few minutes aint gonna kill me," Yondu grabbed up his jacket, wrinkling his nose a little. It needed to be cleaned. He decided not to take it after all and instead snatched up a shirt instead.
Udonta brushed past Krag and started towards the hanger bay. The kid was more important than him right now. A knock to the head wasn't a good thing, especially if he wasn't wakin up. He situated himself on the jumpship and in the time, he waited for Krag he pondered on the Collectors words.
It was going to be harder and harder, he knew that. Yet Yondu couldn't bring himself to consider getting rid of the boy now.
"I don't know who's more stubborn you or th'kid." No doubt the Peter was gonna grow up with Yondu's stubbornness implanted in him. Everyone was raised and molded by the people in their lives. The boy just so happened to have a hardass Captain raising him now.
Oh joy.