Shut up. [ he bites it out because god he's never been so scared in his life because she's hurt, she's hurt, and she's bleeding and he couldn't protect her, and he wishes he could've spent the rest of his life thinking Maya was untouchable, indestructible. ]

-- Shit. Sorry. I didn't mean that. I--

[ Stop it, Quill, he tells himself, and he grunts in frustration. He throws off his bow and quiver, pulls off his coat, yanks his knife from its hidden sheath in his boot. With his knife in hand, he starts tearing strips away from his coat to make bandages for her wounds. ]

Stay awake, okay? Can you do that for me? Just stay awake, and when we get back to the inn you can rest all you want.