Love Will Always Find A Way ♡ • ♡ Peter Parker (discontinued)

Explosion • 1

Sacramento, California 2016

Dad took me to the lab one day because he was teaching me collage level math and science. Dad tests out his serum on guinea pigs but it hasn't yet revealed successful.

"Formula 7.42. Three, two, one." Dad pressed the button to allow the machine to inject the fluid.

The liquid advanced into the blood stream, then after the guinea pig lay motionless there was a bright flash then an explosion. I flew back from my place behind the glass and collided with the cement flooring. My ears rung from the loudness of the explosion and the impact against the cement. Before my vision went black, I saw a body with a white lab coat parallel with my body. 

I don't know how long it has been but all I remember is an explosion and my body hitting the cement. I have smoke in my lungs, there is fire, and there is an insane pounding in my head. Quickly, I remember a body and hurry over to it despite my wounded head.

The body was lying on its side, I held my fingers to his throat... no pulse, I flipped over the body and it was Dr. Maxwell. My eyes caught another white lab coat across the room and I army crawled over to it, for the smoke is thicker higher up. I gave up army crawling halfway through and ran.

I noticed it was my Dad the second I was close enough to comprehend the body. I hurriedly put my fingers to his throat... no pulse. Panicked, I searched his throat to find a pulse. Still none. Tears pricked my eyes as I looked at him, the feeling of sorrow washing over me. I reached out to his face and gently closed his eyes, tears spilling off my face and onto his lifeless one.

Soon later, there were firefighters who broke down a door and hurried into the Lab. Quickly spotting bodies, four of them broke off from the group and three of them picked up the bodies and one picked my dizzy body. They brought me out into the fresh air where there was ambulances and fire trucks.

I was taken to an ambulance where I was set into a gurney and into an ambulance. Again, I blacked out seeing tubes and lights, and hearing 'Stay with us' repeatedly. I was rolling in and out of consciousness throughout my way to the hospital. I regained consciousness while rushing down a hospital hallway on my gurney, then lost consciousness once again.

When I woke up next, I had my leg surrounded with a cast from my knee down to my foot. My left arm was also casted up and elevated and my head was bandaged. On my right I realized my Mom was holding my burnt right hand and her head rested a few inches below our hands, she was asleep.

"Mom." I called, my voice rasping. She didn't respond. I couldn't feel my hand nor had the energy to attempt to move it, all I could do was look at her. "Mom, please wake up. I'm here, I'm here." I could feel the lump in my throat building and the tears threaten to spill. My mom groaned, signalling to me that she was awake. Eyes half open, she sat up and realized that I was up.

"Alexis," she looked me dead into the eyes. "What happened?" 

"Dad was testing on another guinea pig again and after the formula entered the blood stream, the guinea pig was motionless for a few minutes and then there was an explosion." I explained hoarsely.

"The fire fighters found Dr. Maxwell, Dr. Maura, Dr. Clay, and your Dad dead during the explosion." She said, sorrowfully.

"I know, I saw Dr. Maxwell and Dad dead." Mom didn't vocally respond, just nodded. "How long have I been here for?"

"Four days."

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That evening my doctor, Dr. Smith, informed me that I was injured with a broken left arm, a fractured right leg, and a major concussion. Basically, I couldn't move without help. Dr Smith also informed me that I was healing quite fast for the average human.

My time in the hospital was spent doing homework that I was brought from one of my teachers. My mom came as often as she could between her two jobs. She came here before work, after work, then went home at around ten o'clock. Whenever she visited, she would have darker circles around her eyes than the last day.

"Mom, go home and rest. I know your tired. I'll be fine." I say one Saturday morning in the softest tone I could muster.

"Okay, I should do that." She replies sleepily.

"Mom, take a cab so you don't wreck." I demand, then she walks out of the room.

On my first day of physical therapy, I had to stand and attempt to walk to the end of a hallway. I was clinging to the wall but after thirty minutes I finally made it to the end wall and back to the starting point.

The second week of therapy, the Physical therapist wheeled me over to the gym where she sat me down on a cushioned bench, she had me do arm exercises with a large ruber band. My arm was getting back to its original strength and I could feel it every session.

At the end of the second week I was cleared and I could walk with a boot on, to protect my still healing foot. My arm was close to it's original state maybe stronger, and my concussion healed with no neurological damage.

I would be released later that week.