Are you here for me?
Peter took a deep breath and decided to select Happy Hogan's contact instead. He knew that Happy had always been there for him, supporting him during his time with Tony. Although Happy wasn't as familiar with Peter's medical condition as Tony or Pepper, he hoped that Happy would be able to help in some way.
The nurse dialed the number and handed the phone to Peter, who anxiously waited for Happy to answer. After a couple of rings, Happy's gruff voice came through the speaker. "Yeah, who is this?"
Peter swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, Hap..., it's Peter. I'm at.... the scho...ol infir...mary, and I... I need he....lp. My ...asthma.. is acting.... up, and they couldn't ...reach Aunt ...May. Can ...you ...please ...co...me?"
There was a moment of silence, and Peter's heart sank. He feared that Happy might not take him seriously or worse, brush off his plea for help. But then, to his relief, Happy's voice softened. "Hang on, kid. I'll be there as fast as I can. Just hold tight."
Peter let out a shaky and wheeze breath, feeling a glimmer of hope. Happy Hogan was on his way. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on regulating his breathing while he waited for Happy's arrival.
Within what felt like an eternity, but was only a matter of minutes, the infirmary door swung open, and a worried-looking Happy rushed in. "Peter, what the hell happened? Are you okay?"
Peter tried to speak, but a coughing fit overtook him, making it difficult to form coherent words. Happy approached him quickly, helping him sit up and rubbing his back soothingly. "Easy there, kid. Take it slow. We'll get through this."
As Peter's coughing subsided, he managed to whisper, "I... I didn't ...know... who... el...se to ...call. I'm ...so...rry, Hap...py."
Happy's expression softened, and he patted Peter's shoulder gently. "No need to apologize, kid. I'm glad you reached out to me. Tony would've wanted to know if you were in trouble. We'll figure this out together."
"Mr Hogan?"
"Yes, the same one" He pointed to the nurse as she came in with a syringe with a dubious clear liquid.
"Peter needs to go to ER, now."
"What is that?!" Peter tried to shout as the nurse pulled the bubbles out of the syringe.
"Epinephrine, Peter. It will do the trick while you get to the ER. "
"Chief stark will take care of everything. Don't worry."
Peter just closed his eyes at the itch in his shoulder.
Great.
"I'm calling Bruce right now, kid."
Peter nodded, grateful for Happy's understanding and support. . Happy stayed by Peter's side, offering words of encouragement and reassurance.
Once Peter's breathing a little bit was under control, he looked up at Happy with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thank you, Happy. I... I didn't want... to bother anyone, but I couldn't ..handle it alone."
Peter nodded weakly as Happy made the call to Bruce. He could feel the effects of the epinephrine kicking in, gradually easing his breathing and reducing the tightness in his chest. Despite the relief, he couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and worry about the upcoming visit to the emergency room AKA sickbay in the FREAKING SI tower.
As they waited for Bruce's arrival with a FREAKING AMBULANCE, Peter glanced at Happy, who was now talking to someone on the phone. He could tell by the concerned expression on Happy's face that Bruce was taking the situation seriously.
Within a short while, Bruce entered the infirmary with a sense of urgency. He quickly assessed Peter's condition and discussed the necessary steps with the nurse. Peter appreciated how Bruce didn't waste any time, knowing the importance of prompt medical attention.
As they prepared to transport Peter to the ER, Bruce looked at him with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Pete. We'll take care of everything. Im here ."
Peter managed a weak smile in return, grateful for Bruce's presence and support. He trusted that Bruce, along with Tony and the rest of the team, would handle the medical expenses and ensure that he received the necessary treatment.
While being transported to the ER, Peter's mind raced with thoughts and concerns. He couldn't shake off the worry about burdening Tony or the guilt of not disclosing his condition earlier. However, deep down, he knew that his well-being mattered to the people around him, and they would do whatever it took to support him.
Arriving at the sickbay, Peter was immediately taken into the care of the medical staff. Bruce remained by his side, offering words of encouragement and reassurance. The doctors quickly assessed Peter's condition and administered the treatments trying to stabilize him.
As Peter lay in the hospital bed, surrounded by hard medical equipment and the bustling sounds of the med room, he couldn't help but reflect on the events that had unfolded. He realized that keeping his medical condition a secret had only caused more harm than good. It was a valuable lesson for him—a reminder that trust, honesty, and open communication were essential, especially when it came to his well-being.
Tony's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, reminding him of the importance of trust and relying on the people who cared about him. Peter made a silent promise to himself that he would have an honest conversation with Tony when the time was right.
Even so, Tony was going to slit his throat alive.