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Sword had been in and out of…he wants to say consciousness? (He was awake but not really fully aware so he guesses that works) for a while when he felt it.
The constant feeling of something being incredibly wrong with the world was gone. The feeling of everything else being wrong wasn’t gone (he had far too many eyes and far too many limbs and he couldn’t close his mouth completely without stabbing his lips and did he mention some of the colors his extra eyes were seeing really shouldn’t exist-) but he could at least be certain the world was no longer ending.
The same could not be said for Rocket, whose head was still only attached to his body by a strand.
He blinked.
Oh.
Oh no.
Oh no no no nononono
He’d found Rocket like this. He’d found him like this after (oh Swords, he’d almost killed Me-) whatever it was that woke him up and he’d guarded his body and Zuka’s shop (where the hell was Zuka even?) and as he stares at the c-
Rocket dazedly blinks.
Oh. Oh Swords.
He’s alive?!
He stares at the head, the blinking is going faster and Rocket’s face is suddenly becoming blue and Sword panics and grabs his head and shoves it back onto his body-
Just in time for a new sensation.
A headache he hadn’t even acknowledged faded, it feels like something closed up (probably the gunshot wound) and-
And he watches in morbid fascination as Rocket’s head fuses back to his body.
…And then immediately lulls to the side.
Shit
Sword is immediately by his side, he almost shakes him but stops when it’s his second pair of arms that try and do it rather than his first. That would’ve ended badly. The things practically looked like swords themselves.
He looked into Rocket’s eyes, waiting for any more signs of life, that his head hadn’t just stitched itself back onto his body only to kill him due to some- misaligned bone causing internal bleeding or something. Anything that would tell him his best friend wasn’t dead.
The sigh of relief that left him when Rocket shakily lifted one of his hands up to one of Sword’s original arms was the most relieved he’d ever sounded.
“S…word?”
Sword smiled weakly. “Rocket! You’re alive I- are- can-“ he didn’t really know what to say what did he even ask, wait what if Rocket was freaked out by-
Rocket tried lifting his head up only to immediately let out a hiss of pain and his head dropped. “Ow…ow…ow….” He hissed.
Sword winced. “I’ll uh…” he thought for a moment “Hold on let me find a healer I-“
“Wait!” Rocket jumped forward, letting out another hiss of pain as his head jerked in a way that made Sword wince.
“Please stay…” he sounded…so uncharacteristically small. In a way that probably only Zuka had ever heard. Zuka who neither of them currently knew the whereabouts of. Zuka who could either be dead or a monster.
Sword hesitated. “How about I…uh…don’t freak out, I’m going to carry you, does that sound…” Rocket gave a thumbs up. Sword carefully lowered himself more towards Rocket (he only just registered how tall he was now, how had he gotten through the door? Did he enter through the garage? Was there even a door anymore?) before extending his arms out to try and get under Rocket.
It was a success, surprisingly. In fact he weighed nothing to Sword. He wasn’t sure if that was the malnutrition or the fact Sword was probably as tall as Banhammer with twice as many limbs.
Now. To find someone who could help Rocket.