They left him hanging

chapter 3

*Miles pov*
He wanted to be sick at his alternatives touch it was making him panic, he was in pain and he was glaring at him as he left the room. Then he felt nauseous his head spun and pounded so he went into the bathroom and collapsed by the toilet and hurled the cookies that he had eaten a few hours ago was no longer inside of him there was blood too, lots of blood. Panic hit him like a train then. He was throwing up blood like this couldn’t get worse.
It got way worse
He was dry heaving for 5 minutes straight his throat hurt so badly and he felt woozy and lightheaded it couldn’t get worse than this right?
It did
He glitched again sending flashes of brightly coloured lights into his eyes and he could feel his bones snap then into and out of place and his body shivering from the experience. The claw marks imbedded into his back reopening at the slightest movement so it reopened fully and it Blood oozed out making him whimper in pain. Miles leaned against the wall and just laid there, in pain and breathing oddly.
His breathing was rough and uneven but even worse it sounded wet like sandpaper being dragged across a wet sponge. His eyes where half lidded and unfocused, his eyes was underlined with dark bags a sign of how badly he was affected by well everything; the chase , Miguel’s words and abuse, the whole thing with Myles and uncle Arron. His head hurt and pounded in his head got worse, the shaking teen got up from the sitting position and looked into the mirror his face full of distain at himself for being so weak and how he looked he was way too feminine and he looked fat. He wanted to gag at his pathetic he looked he was covered in blood but he wasn’t going to Ask for a bath was he? it was awkward and he didn’t deserve it really.
A few minutes later he was his room that they have given him. it was uncle Aaron’s living room he had a blanket and access to food And water , which he wasn’t going to eat.  He lay down on the couch where he slept for a few minutes last night and began to think. He couldn’t help but think about the up coming death of his father or has it already happened yet? Would he even get out of here? Fist shoved in his mouth, he sobbed in despair he hated it here and the glitching was getting worse every single minute and if he didn’t leave he would die but now this didn’t sound bad but glitches hurt and he glitched more so it hurt more it wouldn’t be a nice way to go a knife, gun or pills would be better then that at least.He could not be in pain for so long  if it worked. But he’s a fuck up it would go wrong somewhere the knife wouldn’t cut deep enough, the gun wouldn’t hit well enough , the pills would be one to little.

He eyed the knifes in the kitchen for a while before breaking his gaze. He pulled out of the thoughts and looked at his hands , one of his hands was exposed as the suit was ripped off till his wrist his knuckles were a deep purple colour with bits of blue and black and there was grazes littering the watercolour  art of his broken hand it looked disgusting and blood ran down it if he moved it as little as twitch. He hated it. He hated that he couldn’t move it . He hated that it served as a message Miguel wouldn’t hold back with you your just  a anomaly god he hated him . But he hated something more.

Himself. He was bad luck. Everything that could go wrong would go wrong if he’s there pav would be fine if he wasn’t there.  He didn’t know why he tried to fight Miguel. He didn’t know why he fought the cannon. He should have just never had went through the portal. He shouldn’t have fought. He should be at home unware but now it all went wrong and he was at fault. He sobbed but cut himself off he can’t cry or they might think that he is weaker then he is.

Keep people safe . That’s was his lifetime goal keep people safe everyone. He has to do one thing it’s what he needs to do to feel like he is needed.  And now he’s not to let it go incomplete. He needs to do it at this point he is willing to be hurt just so he can do it.

He can’t really breathe from the sobbing racking his body. He lost weight and he knows Gwen knows, Peter knows , peni knows they saw how he dropped weight to the point where he looked sick. He didn’t look sick enough to be noticed and that’s what he wanted. He wanted to be cared for he wanted to noticed that he was sick. Please he needed to be noticed how sick he was and it made him feel disgusted with himself.

He was tired but he couldn’t sleep despite the shaking and the dark bags under his eyes .he was paler then he was usually, maybe it was from blood loss or maybe it was from something else he couldn’t tell but he felt strange, he felt fuzzy and his vision was blurry. Just how sick was he? It wouldn’t be that bad Just get he was just tired. He didn’t deserve to sleep though , Miguel could come and he wouldn’t be able to put on a fight

Myles walked into the living room and he noticed something about miles. He stepped closer and miles glared at him tiredly . He was getting too close despite being 2 ft away “you look .... Sickly” Myles murmured and for once miles didn’t snap back as harsh as he would have done “im just tired” it was blunt but it was true he was tired anyone could have guessed but it was a lie miles’ health seemed to decline more and more each time. Myles walked out of the living room but miles stopped him “can I have some paper and pens and a sharper?” he sounded well ... Rough he’s breathing still sounded painful and wet it was laboured and his voice was raspy and quiet it made the prowler unsettled he sounded better before but he nodded to the request.

A few minutes pass he had left then came back and dropped them onto the table then looked at him. “you sound .... Rough to say the least” he said bluntly and calmly as if stating the weather miles just glared at him. He curled his body around his broken wrist tucking it into him so it looked like he wasn’t affected. “We have to think of different names for Aaron to call , his idea was pm for me because well I’m the prowler version and miles for you” miles nodded weakly in agreement, he was tired to almost death. If pm went to check his pulse it would be slow and weak but stable ish.  If he would even be able to touch him he seems to be scared of the touch . He sighed and left having enough with his silence.

Miles lay on the couch drawing with shaking hands and he seemed to be in a state discomfort. His hands were messed up. He looked around before realising his eye was swollen shut still. Pm hit him harder then he though when knocking him out. His mask lay on the table the cracked lens matching his eye. He went back to drawing it was hard to make out but he was drawing a new graffiti tag when his pencil broke and he went to sharpen it.

When he did he dropped it onto the tile floor of kitchen and it shattered . He went down to pick it up when the blade bit into his finger it slipped deep and he pulled it out looking at it in a dull way before slipping it into his phone case.

He went and lay down again. Eyes shutting even if he didn’t want them too. He knew he was sick now but it was probably just a fever , he’s too tired to feel the glitches rip through his body too much but this time he can’t feel his legs but he’s dropping off to sleep too tired to not sleep now , he’ll feel better tomorrow anyway he just has to make it.he only put it in his phone case for safety he wasn’t that bad. He was fine he will be fine tomorrow.

When tomorrow comes he wakes up in pain but not nothing new , he felt fine if anyone asked he wasn’t that sick. He went to the bathroom and rubbed his eyes , his eye that pm punched was black so he assumed that it was swollen but when he went into the bathroom he stared at himself

His eye was blue when it wasn’t he knew this could happen but he didn’t think it would happen to him he walked back out after studying it walking into pm “your eye is blue did I hit you that hard” he bites his cheek “yeah ... You did but it’s okay it doesn’t hurt plus I’ve been through wor- “ they stop “ I wasn’t meant to say that” is all they say they sigh softly and tap their thigh in a pattern thumb ,index finger , middle finger, skip the ring finger and then pinkie  “its fine just ignore it” they mutter fastly and pm nodes looking confused but ignores it.

Miles walks into the room and sits on the couch as he stretches out ignoring the pain he is in it seems duller and he’s relieved he’s getting better or so he thinks. The sharp ring of a doorbell blasts through the apartment and miles goes to answer it he opens the door to see Gwen and rest of the people she brought “oh....hey miles I know it’s late but can we come in?” she asks and miles smiles “sure come in” he seems to have forgiven them but he is distrustful of them all.  Then pav asks “wasnt both your eyes hazel? Why is it blue?” miles chuckles nervously “uhhhh..” pm walks up behind him “what?” he asked annoyed but then walks off and miles starts again “its really not nothing to worry about it’s just a different colour” he lied he couldn’t see out that eye really it was blurry and dark as he leaned on the wall so he wouldn’t fall , his legs hurt from the chase he had muscle damage in both legs so it hurt to walk each step sending sharp pains into his legs but he tried to hide it , he sat on the couch again And looked at them all he glitched and they looked at him seeing if he recated it hurt but he hide it not wanting to show that he was weak , his suit was still ripped and you could see the deep claws of Miguel imprinted into his skin. Gwen didn’t meet his eyes not a lot of them did so he grew anxious tapping the same pattern as before on his thigh “miles we have to tell you something” Gwen began and miles heart drops but he doesn’t let them see