All the water accumulates in the lower part of the mountain.
Come on, this is a situation they didn't teach me about in school. I'm lying in this hospital bed, more immobile than an action figure. Machines whir around me and doctors speak in words that sound like they're speaking Klingon. Ned would laugh I bet it would be more appropriate something referring to star wars, oh yeah. Holy shit this week's afternoon game. Way to go Peter! How to fuck up your friend's weekend in two steps.
My lungs decided that this was the best time to go on strike, with help of course, and I really hope I get credit for it because otherwise...I'd have to give the professor a play-by-play. I had never had such a nasty asthma attack. I felt like I was being played a practical joke, freaking Spider Man dying from something so random.Perfect...
I'm sure Aunt May is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. And MJ, what will she think seeing me in this state - way to impress her, Peter. Conquering girl 3.0.
Sometimes, I try to move, to scream, to do something to show that I'm still here, that I'm not going to give up so easily. But my body seems to be on strike too.
I can't stay here for long. I have to go back to the streets, to continue now to understand why the others after a battle asked him to talk to them even if they were knockout. Damn, a little impression to be alone without some nearby voice to speak or say something coherent.
Within the movement of the Intensive Care Unit, Peter's motionless figure seemed to be just that, until the distinctive voices of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts broke into the space. Tony, as always, wouldn't miss an opportunity to make a joke. "Hey, Underoos? I hope you're up to a joke or two in there!" Tony cried.
He was broken.It had been three days and Peter showed no signs of waking up." Buddy, I can't do this anymore, fuck Peter! I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry."
Pepper just flattened the curls on Peter's sweaty head.
Tony let out an exaggerated sigh, as if he was trying not to fall into total despair. "Peter, you don't need to act like you're perfectly fine. We know you're tougher than you let on. I just want you to get better, do you hear me? Just... Come back. You'll get all the lab hours you want ,and you can do your Spiderman suit alterations, kid...whatever you want...just...I need you. I don't know if I'm a good dad or not, but I just want my son to be here again...I'm really so sorry for everything."
A gentle touch on Peter's arm conveyed Pepper's reassuring closeness. "Peter, even if you can't answer us right now, we want you to know that we're here with you. You're part of our family, and we're sure you'll get through this Mom and Dad we love you so much Pete, you don't know how much.Also Aunt May loves you soo much, we love you"
Tony and Pepper's words filled the room with mixed feelings. Despite being trapped in an unresponsive body, Peter could feel and wanted to cry even though he couldn't.
Tony continued, his tone trying to strike a balance between humor and sincerity. "That's right, Bambino. Don't worry, I have no plans to impersonate Spider-Man while you're out of the game. I'll wear the silly Iron Man pajamas you like so much if you want...or the Popsicle ones , just...get better yeah?"
Pepper concluded with a touch of affection and a kiss on the Forehead from both of them .
"It's time "
"Just a little longer Bruce."
"Sorry, protocols"
"It's ok, it's ok.""
I love you so much Bambino. You're my boy."
As Tony and Pepper's voices gradually faded, Peter was left alone with his thoughts.