It's me, Peter Parker. Your friendly neighborhood... you know. I've come a long way from being the boy who was bit by a spider. Back then, nothing seemed to go right for me. Now... the city is safe and sound. Guess I've had something to do with that...
After waiting for a while, Peter stood up once he saw the doctor walk out of Harry's hospital room.
"How is he?" he asked, genuinely being concerned.
"He's gonna be ok, but there's been some memory impairment. Particularly his short-term memory. Right now, he can't remember the accident or anything that happened to him recently."
"Is it permanent?"
"It could be. Only time will tell. He's awake if you want to see him, but fair warning: he hit his head pretty hard, so he's a little out of it."
"Uh ...maybe I should wait-"
"No, it's fine. Just keep it brief. Allow him to rest," the doctor told Peter, before leaving to tend to another patient.
Hesitantly, Peter walked into Harry's hospital room.
"Hey, buddy," smiled a loopy Harry, waving to Peter.
"...Hey," Peter smiled back, still processing the doctor's words.
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"Yeah," laughed Peter, softly.
"Doctor said I was in an accident... Hit and run... I don't remember much of anything... Heh... he had two eyes... and a weird nose..." he laughed, before getting serious and solemn. "My father... he died, right?"
Peter didn't know what to say, so he just nodded in confirmation.
"...This is all so weird..." Harry sighed.
"Hi," smiled MJ, as she walked in. "I got here as fast as I could."
"I know that face," the loopy Osborn smiled, happily.
"How are you doing?" she asked him, giving him a soft peck on the lips.
"I don't know. Last thing I remember, I was falling... somewhere..."
"In love with MJ?" joked a familiar voice.
"CIMMIE!" cheered Harry, as he sat up in his hospital bed and laughed, throwing his arms up in the air. "Aw, how great is this?! The gang's all back together again! Come here! Give ol' H.T.O. a hug!" he pleaded, as he tried getting up.
"Whoa! Easy there, pal," Peter told him. "You gotta rest."
"Good one!" shouted Harry, squishing his girlfriend's face.
"Babe, you're being really loud right now. You gotta be quiet."
"Ah, it's fine! I'm still gonna get a lollipop!"
"No, you won't," MJ said sternly.
Harry's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, before he audibly gasped.
"No lollipop?!" he asked, as his lip started to quiver and he started to cry.
"Not unless you're a good boy."
Harry grudgingly laid back down and crossed his arms.
"Hmph!" he pouted.
Peter held in his laughter. It was nice to have this version of his best friend back. He just hoped it was permanent, as bad as might've sounded out loud.
"Thank you for behaving," smiled MJ. "We love you, Harry."
"Ok, now... Ok, now, I... I have two fingers..." a loopy Harry said, as he held up his two index fingers very close to his face, before looking at MJ. "You have four arms... I feel funny... Why is this happening to me?!"
"It's ok, Harry," smiled MJ. "It's just from the medicine."
"It feels like somehow I've been gone for a really long time. Now, I'm back home."
"It's good to have you back," smiled Peter, trying to take advantage of how long his best friend wouldn't be trying to kill him.
"I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to ask you guys to scoot, ok?" asked the nurse, who'd just walked in.
"Ok," nodded Peter.
"Alright, thank you," she smiled.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," waved Harry.
"Yeah, great," smiled Peter, before leaving with Lisa and Mary Jane.
The next day, Flint Marko was fully made out of sand. How? A corrupt prison guard stole Oscorp technology and ran secret experiments on him, thus resulting in the Sandman. As Flint stumbled, as he took his first steps, he remembered his daughter.
"Penny..." he spoke for the first time, in his sand form.
He soon got used to his new legs and his exterior shifted to how he looked before.
