Broken Web

A groan from an awaking

Waring❗mentions self-harm and recovery ❗

Peter Parker

My limbs felt heavy and my mouth felt sticky, my tongue felt as if weighed more than led. My chest felt as if it had been punched.

My eyes had still yet to open, a continues beeping could be herd right next to my ear. There was quiet murmuring that I could work out whether it was a voice or a whirling sound.

My head was starting to spin and it felt like the world was tilting to the left. I felt myself let out a groan as I slowly succumbed to unconsciousness again before feeling a slight squeeze on my hand.

Tony Start

A few weeks had passed since Peter had been taken into hospital and I refused to leave his side for more than a few hours. Only going home for A shower, meal and a change of clothes.

I was the only one who could stay and I didn't want him to wake up alone. Mrs Parker had work that she couldn't take time away from and the Michael man had other patients to look after.

The boy in front of me looked broken. He had wires coming from his arms and wrists, a feeding tube that went straight through his nose, and a heart monitor constantly beeping.

Before a few days ago he had a breathing tube down his throat with a pump connected to it breaking for him.

I don't think I've ever been this scared since the accident.

There were cards scattered across the room along with getting well soon cards and stuffed toys. Most had been brought in by Michael.

There was one, it was a strange card, to be honest. It had a drawn picture of spiderman along with another person in a red and black suit. I recognised it from somewhere but couldn't work out were. A young boy had brought it in.

When he came in he talked a lot about how he missed going out on patrol with him and causing other mischiefs. He left with a kiss on peters cheek with Michael last week.

I wonder if they were friends.

The door opening had shaken me out of my thoughts.

Peter had been moved from the ICU to here a few days ago.

"Hello, Mr Stark," the nurse said. "Moring Tracey" I replied with a tired simile. I watched as she wheeled a tray in. Apone it was sets of medication and a steaming cup.

She handed me the cup which was filled with hot coffee. "Thank you," I said gratefully at which she smiled.

"Hello, Mr Parker" she greeted the child in the bed.
"I'm just going to take your temperature and then re-fill your feeding tube." She said. I didn't really know why she did this. Other than it filled the silence in the room.

I had grown accustomed to the bleeping of the heart monitor and the smell of antiseptic. 

I watched as the nurse took out a thermometer from the trey and hold it to his ear. She waited until two beeps and then removed it.

She smiled, "all normal." She marked down onto a clip bord that was strapped onto the bed. She looked over at the heart monitor and proceed to write something else down. Presumably his vitals.

"Do you speak to Mr Parker at all?" She asked. Her voice made me jump.

"I- uhh no... He can't hear me. Can he?" I asked with a frown

"Coma patients can hear most of the time. It's one of the main sense to go last. That's why we often play music and speak to them as healthcare workers. Just because there is a comatose state doesn't mean they are as good as dead." The nurse explained.

I nodded. "Thank you, nurse." She smiled and nodded.

"My co-worker will be her in a few hours to give him a bed bath.  " she said "have a nice day Mr stark," she said as she left. "You two I replied"

I stared at Peter for a long time after that.

Muling over what she said.

He could still hear me? I could talk to him... I don't know what to say though.....

I stood up and came closer to the bed, trying to find words as I did.

I looked down at the boy. His skin was grey and pale. His cheeks have lost there rosiness. I could no longer see the bright eyes as they were hidden behind the slightly sunken eyelids. His lips were chapped and cracked and his hair was a mess with sprayed ends.

The guilt came back.

"Peter I'm sorry" I whisper. Tears pricking my eyes. I very rearly cried. "I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did. You were only trying to do what you thought was right. I should have listened to you in the first place and helped. I should have checked up on you when your grades first started slipping. I should have checked to make sure you and your aunt was okay without the extra income. I should have thought about you said" the apology was pouring out of me at the same rate as the tears. "I should have listened when you returned the suit... I should have been a better mentor. ... I recalled back to when the Wade boy came in he had given me a nasty look and said something that stuck with me"A better father figure"

I never realised how much of an impact I had on the kid. How he clung to me for validation, wanted me to approve him for the avengers so much... Because I was a father figure to him. He looked up to me with such admiration... But I let him down

I placed my hand on to his and held it.

I continued to talk about my latest projects and other things I was working on. Such as the lazers on my suit. I also talked about as soon as he was healthy I was going to give him back his suit and his apprenticeship.

I talked about how I wanted him to live with me at the tower so I could train him more while keeping an eye on his mental health and his eating. I would also be there in case he hurt himself or felt like he needed to add anymore cuts to himself.

I talked about how I promised him that I would be the father that he and I never had. If he ever gave me the chance.

I was cut out mid-rant by a groan. I looked up at his face. It was screwd up slightly but quickly relaxed as his breathing evened out a bit. I squeezed his hand as I left to get the doctor.

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