Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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(To anyone who has been confused by Y/n's traumatic story so far, this will be the first time you, the reader, hear what happened between hitting your head on the wall in chapter 1, and waking up in chapter 2. I tried to keep you as confused as your character.)

!!! This chapter may be triggering for anyone who has been in hostage or domestic situations. Please read with caution.

You cried out for Peter as you felt the glowing yellow liquid plunge deep into the muscles in your neck. The pinching of the sharp needle was nothing compared to the acid-like burning that slowly seeped from your vertebrae and down your spine. Suddenly, the burning was gone. You didn't realize your eyes were still open and awake until you felt his arms wedge underneath you.

Your body felt like it was being catapulted into the sun as he lifted you but the feeling stopped as soon as he placed you down on a bare operating table. The mixture of cold and firmness was uncomfortable beneath your back but you couldn't move at all. You couldn't even blink your rapidly burning eyes.

Even your thoughts were empty as you stared blankly at the crusty ceiling above you.

You could feel him delicately wrapping thick binds around your wrists and ankles and although you couldn't think of why, your heart began to race rapidly. Adrenaline seeped from you in the form of sweat but your skin shivered as if you were freezing. A wave of numbness flourished over your skin but only momentarily.

The doctor carefully pressed a sharp needle into the crevasse of your arm and you involuntarily gasped at the sudden pinch of pain. You could only watch from the corners of your eyes as he pulled on the plunger, filling the syringe with your blood. You wanted to squirm away from the discomfort but were still completely paralyzed, having no choice but to wait to see what happens.

He pulled the needle from your arm as the syringe filled up and turned around to set it on a table. A little trickle of blood flowed freely down your elbow and dripped lightly onto the floor as the needle wound stayed open.

The doctor turned to the side and pulled an old fashioned microscope from somewhere you couldn't see, setting it next to you on the table. If you had any control of your body, you would have flinched as the metal hit against your hip bone.

"Let's see." He stated simply and clicked the light to the microscope on. He took a small glass slide from his lab coat pocket and put it in place before pushing some blood from the needle onto it. A tiny red dot, smaller than a dime, lit up wildly as he scooted it over the light. He closed one eye and immediately looked into the lens, furrowing his eyebrows as soon as his sight adjusted. "Oh." He muttered and side eyed you.

Your body continued to lay still and cold as you wondered if you were slowly dying. What did he see in your blood that he was so unsure of? What was he planning to do with you? He pulled away from the microscope and looked at you fully now, brows still pressed together in a frustrated manor.

"You didn't say you were sick." He stated and shook his head. "I'll need to flush you with fluids and continue to test your blood." His words sounded like words but somehow they didn't make sense to you. It was like there was a cloud covering your brain and everything felt unreal.

Another pinch on the inside of your elbow should have made you jump but all you could do is feel the pain. This needle felt different than the others but you couldn't see the IV bag he hung above your head. Everything in your sights was becoming brighter and fuzzier. You just hoped it was the releasing gift of death.

The needle stayed firm in your skin and muscles, seeping some antibiotic into your body. As that soreness remained, another pinch attacked your other arm. He took another blood sample and did his same routine for checking it under the microscope. You could hardly tell.