"(Y/N)!" Peter yelled, rushing towards you. "Watch out!" He was Spiderman. He was supposed to save you, right? He was supposed to always be there. Seconds can be the matter of life and death. The three seconds you stopped to pay attention to something else was when you got hit. A drunk driver, swerving in and out of the lanes in the intersection you were crossing, hit you at eight miles an hour.
"(YN)!!" Spiderman screamed, rushing to your side. He kneeled next to your limp and bloody body and placed your head on his lap. 911 got called, but he was by your side the whole time, cradling you close and brushing bloodied hair off your face.
"Sir, we must bring her to the hospital." One of the first responders said, gently removing you from his grasp. Peter whimpered helplessly and the officer smiled sadly. "You can come to. She seems to mean a great deal to you Spiderman."
Peter got up and blankly followed the first responder to the ambulance, barely thinking about anything except for your safety. "Please be okay." He whispered, running his hands through your hair. Thank god your head was relatively safe. You had a couple cuts on your face, but beyond that, your head was fine.
The same couldn't be said for the rest of you though. Multiple broken bones. Both bones in your left leg were fractured and the humerus of your left arm was broken and the radius and ulna in your right arm were fractured.
Cuts could be found pretty much everywhere too. The doctors said you'd be fine when the ambulance finally pulled into the ambulance bay and rushed you to the ER. They kept Peter from you because you had woken up and started screaming.
Little did they know, he was the person you were looking for. You were scared and confused, leaving you a worried, anxious, and broken mess.
There was a sweet nurse who held your hand and cood you a lullaby until you calmed down enough to actually talk.
"Spiderman, he's my- ow!" you screeched the last word painfully and bit your lip. "Boy-ow-friend." You managed to grit out through the pain. At that, they let him in and he rushed to your side.
"(Y/N), (Y/N), I'm here. It'll be okay, it'll all be okay." Peter said softly, holding your hand tight and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.
They put you under to set all your bones, having Peter leave the room so they could do their jobs.
After they finished setting your bones, they let Peter in to sit with you.
"(Y/N), baby, I'm so sorry." He sniffled softly, taking your hand in his. He pressed his forehead to yours and sighed, worry clouding his mind.
It took a couple hours for you to wake up, but when you finally did, a soft groan left your lips.
"Owww, fuck, what the hell happened?" You asked softly, looking around.
"You got hit by a car." Peter sniffled. Holding your hand tightly, he leaned over and kissed the casts that you had on both arms and legs. "I'm sorry, baby. I wasn't good enough to save you."
You looked at him, slightly amused, but not surprised. "Hey, it's okay. It's not your fault that I got hit. It's mainly mine for not paying attention." You assured softly. "You are not to blame for someone else's drunken shenanigans."
He nodded, he knew you were right, but still felt anxious. "I was so worried. I couldn't lose you. Not after I lost May." Peter hiccuped, tears rolling down his cheeks. You smiled, touched at his love for you.
"I love you, Peter. I'm so glad I have someone like you to look out for me." You whispered. He smiled weakly at you, kissing your forehead and then telling you to rest so you could recover faster.
