LoveBite [2]

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Satine rolls the blanket over her and Anya's legs and pulls her into her side, laying her arm above her head. She lays her head back with a sigh and Peter takes and presses his lips to the back of her hand, pulling her attention to him.

"Are you getting tired?" He whispers and she nods. "Close your eyes. No one's stopping you."

She clears her throat as she turns forward and takes a deep breath, only to quickly have to cover her mouth to shield the others, especially her daughter, from her coughs. He pulls her to sit up as Anya moves to the pillow and  Satine hangs her head over her knees. He pulls her hair out of her face and grabs her glass of water from the side table to hand it to her when she will finally be able to breathe long enough to drink.

She sighs breathlessly in the end, shaking as she reaches for the cups and he rubs his forehead, frustrated and scared. He looks her over while she takes her first sip and his brows furrow just as she looks down into the cup.

The pool in her mouth pours back into the water as he grabs her by the fingers and turns her palm over to face him.

The crimson red, in her hand, in her glass.

She looks up at him as his insides plummet into the floor beneath him as her breathing lungs begin to contract far faster than they should. She looks back at Anya as her attention is pulled in by a sudden fear in her heart. She sits up and Satine turns to Wanda, silently pleading.

"Anya." She quickly calls with a soft voice.

"Mommy?" She calls with tears in her eyes, though she cannot see what is causing this feeling in the air.

"Anya, come." She takes her arms and pulls her to the edge. "We're going to go get a snack."

Her eyes stay glued to her parents as she's lifted up onto her hip and carried quickly out of the room with Natasha following close on her tail.

Peter immediately begins to press the nurses call button on the remote and Tony pulls on a blue hospital glove that they have stationed next to the door. He takes the glass from her and she folds further into herself as Peter places his hand on her cheek. She takes a deep breath through her quiet sobs as he lays his arm over her shoulders and pulls her down to his chest.

A nursing asstistant steps into the room a few moments later, faster than usual, as a few of these workers see a family member of the Avengers as one of their top priorities, being that these people saved the world a few times. But she takes her first look in and slows nervously at the sight in front of her, eyes drawn to the blood in her hand.

"Hey, what's going on?" She too pulls on blue gloves. "What happened?"

"She just, uh..." Tony lifts the cup as Peter lays his head on top of hers. "She started coughing blood." He clears his throat and she takes the glass with raised brows.

"Okay." She nods gently, keeping calm for Satine. "Okay, hey, don't cry yet." She says and she nods a bit. "We'll run some more tests, blood tests, CT scan, MRI, EEG, everything." She shakes her head. "We'll figure this out."

She hurries to the doorway to ask for help from her nearest coworker and Satine looks up at Peter. He releases his hold on her push her hair out of her face and swipe the still falling tears from her face as he sits in front of her.

"Okay." Dr. Boone steps in, already filled in. "I need everyone but the husband to exit the room and grab hand saniziter on their way out."

They all do as their told immediately, cleaning thoroughly down the line as Boone begins taking her vitals.

"Hey, we'll be right outside the door." Sam states softly and she nods. "We're not going anywhere."

He steps out and she lays back on her pillow as Peter stands off the bed with his arms crossed. Boone and Hallie, a transporter, just about get her ready to go to the x-ray room when Peter cuts in.