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Peter
slides into the car and slides to the middle seat and snuggles back up
against Kraglin and to relax as they head back. He took kraglins hand on
his and starts rubbing along his palm and wrist knowing it calmed and
relaxed him.

Kraglin just sat there, making low growling-type noises. It was crazy – the bloated feeling he had seemed to be getting better now. Just a bit at least.

Carlos drove them home, still feeling kind of jittery and paranoid. They’d made a bit of a scene – did that mean someone was going to come after them? God, he hoped not. Or if someone was, they come after Yondu and the boys left. Can’t confront about aliens with no aliens around…

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Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”

“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.

“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”

Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.

Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.

Hugs him. “Sorry bro….. well take care of you promise. I won’t let you suffer.” And he wouldn’t he’d wait on him hand and foot much like he did for any crew that was sick. He wouldn’t lose anyone to illness again.

Kraglin huffed softly. “I’m gonna be fine, Pete…” He felt a movement in his stomach and he cringed. “Maybe don’t stand so close to me though…”

Blinks and grabs a plastic bag and puts it up to his mouth. “I got ya covered bro!”

“What the – Pete, put that away!” Kraglin snapped. He bat Peter’s hands away.

Carlos appeared with a bottle of pills and he stared at the boys with confusion. “Hey, you two – calm down, alright?”

“Better in the bag and not on the floor.” Blinks and freezes when he hears a loud sound like a horn that was very very wrong then he holds his nose. “Oh gods! Bro!!”

Kraglin quickly started to turn a vibrant shade of blue and he immediately started smacking at Peter. “You little shit – quit holdin’ yer nose! You rude-ass little–”

“Kraglin! Kraglin, stop!” Carlos hissed. He snatched up Mikey’s hat and threw it on his head, pulling it down over his face. “Your face, you idiot!” he hissed. “Your blood – it’s blue!” He’d said the last two sentences in Spanish, hoping to God that nobody else in the vicinity could understand him.

Carlos tossed the pills to Mikey and the younger Ramon scrambled to get it scanned and paid for quickly. The cashier looked very weirded out and alarmed at what was happening at her register.

Peter removes his hand and his eyes water and gags. “Omg it’s in my nose!! My taste buds!!! Oh god!!!” Coughs gagging as he pushes Kraglin out the door. “Warning at ground zero… oh gods …. you… I can almost see the cloud of toxic ass gas…”

Kraglin was busy trying to clutch the brim of the hat over his face, but at the same time he was smacking at Peter with his other hand, growling like a feral animal. Carlos took their shopping bags and after Mikey paid they both hurried out of the store.

“What the hell – Dude, I feel like I just robbed the place!” Mikey told Carlos in Spanish. “I feel like we’re so in trouble!”

“They weren’t supposed to attract attention,” Carlos groaned. “Those boys are going to get it when I tell Yondu… Jesus Christ! I’m sorry for taking your hat.”

“I’m trying not to be mad.”

Peter yelps as he’s smacked. “Dude I had no idea you were unleashing Armageddon from the other end! Had I known I’d have offered to go grab one of your butt plugs. Memo to self… icecream is the beginning of Armageddon with you.”

“Peter, quit it,” Carlos told the boy, giving him a light smack on the head himself. Carlos dug into one of the bags and pulled out a Dr Pepper and the pills he got. “Krags, here – take one of these.”

“What the heck is that?”

“It’s a pill.”

“Really? Ugh… never thought I’d have to see one of those.”

“It should help until we get back to the ship bro. And maybe we’ll survive long enough to get there.”

Carlos opened up the bottle for Kraglin. “It shouldn’t be a big deal – if it’s just lactose intolerance then you should get settled pretty quickly after having one of these.” He put the pill in Kraglin’s hand. “Take it.”

Kraglin looked at the little black capsule with a slight stink-eye. But when Carlos offered him the drink he tossed the capsule in his mouth and took a drink. THe carbonation took him by surprise, but he still swallowed it. The drink is sweet,” he said.