╔════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╗ CHAPTER TWO bloody fingertips ╚════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╝
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The silence is deafening.
The shadows had returned to Salem's side after she screamed, almost as if she had scared them and they needed a place to hide. Spider-Man is motionless on her balcony, and the mechanical eyes of his mask are shut. The girl can't even tell if he's breathing or not.
"Stay." She hisses to the Fog, finally rushing out to where the masked hero lays. Salem slides her hands under his shoulder's as gently as she can, lowering his head into her lap. She cringes at the blood on the floor, finding the source almost immediately when her fingertips come away bloody. Now that she's sitting beside him Salem can see tears in his suit, along with the burns peeking out along the edges. Whatever was happening in the sky must have shocked him before he landed at her apartment.
Spider-Man tenses in Salem's arms, groaning quietly as his eyes start to open. The girl gently rubs his shoulder when he hisses, wincing when the vigilante accidentally smears blood across her shirt. Gloved hands come into her peripherals, his fingers curling under his mask and starting to lift it.
"Wait!"
The mask is off before Salem can stop him, revealing a set of very messy curls. They're also caked in blood, which isn't a good sign. His head might still be bleeding for all she knows. He's hurt, and she doesn't know how to help him. The next thing she notices is the very familiar face, the same one that she had been staring at on the train earlier this morning.
"Peter?" She asks quietly, gently helping the boy sit up. He sways a little bit, leaning into Salem's hand when she steadies him with it. His eyes are glazed over, and he doesn't seem to be able to focus on anything very well. The teenager gently rests her hands on his face in an attempt to get him to try and focus on her. She smiles softly, trying to keep him calm as she wipes away some of the blood smeared to his cheek. "How's your head?"
Peter immediately raises his hand to try and touch the back of his head, frowning when Salem gently grabs his arm and pulls it down. The Fog slowly creeps closer from her bedroom, trying to stay out of her sight and failing poorly. The souls retreat when Salem send a frightening glare in their direction. It takes a while before Peter actually answers her question, and even then his answer doesn't help much in figuring out how to help him. "Hurts."
Salem sighs, slinging the hero's arm over her shoulder and wrapping her arm around his waist. She makes sure to avoid his bruises. "Alright, Spider-Man. Up and at 'em."
She ignores the weak protest that Peter whines out and helps him stand. The hero rests most of her wait on her, and she allows the souls to take some of it off her side so that she can better support him. It takes a long time to get him into her bathroom, and even longer to settle him into the bathtub so that the blood will be easier to clean up.
