It was a relief to see him alive, even if he was in a hospital bed. No one would tell her what happened or any information of the situation at hand. Maybe there was some rule about not stressing out the council members or some other bull that she was supposed to be led to believe. Of course, as someone who’s lived on their own for so long and had fought to keep herself alive for just as long, she knew better than to think everything would be alright and they just played tag together.

“Oh Quill…” She said, her voice filled with a bunch of sadness and concern as she walked over to his bedside and got down on her knees next to him so they were level together. It’s funny how they switched, she was the one in the hospital bed first and now it was his turn. “You know, this going back and forth of me being on a medical bed and now you, let’s not do this again.” She said softly with a hint of joking in her voice. 

Her hand reached down and gently took his within hers. Her heart was pounding with nervousness and worry as she brought his hand gently up to her face and placed a gentle kiss on his palm. “I’m glad you’re okay…” She spoke softly to him, a gentle smile curving her full lips into a tender smile. “I’m sorry you got drug into this… It’s all my fault and I wish I could make it up to you…” Her head dropped slightly looking down at the white linens of the bed. A small sigh left her as she looked back up at him, her brown eyes filled with sadness and sorrow about seeing him in so much pain because of her.  “I’m so sorry…” She whispered to him.