Spider-Man and The Esper

59. Feeling Better

Suddenly, Spidey felt an odd calm surrounding him at this revelation, as he didn't know how many different pairs of hands began to clean cuts and sores all over his body with some warm water they'd managed to get from somewhere. But he didn't squirm, and he didn't struggle, as he lay there astounded at what was happening around him right here, and right now.

Someone tried to nudge his fist open to get some scrapes on his hand from when he rolled across the pavement, and he slowly curled his palm open to give them access. They quickly proceeded to carefully clean up his wounds.

"Spidey?" a small voice broke through the chaos, and Spidey turned his head slightly to see who'd spoken.

The kid who'd been in the car, (a little boy), was kneeling nervously beside him. His eyes were filled with tears and his face was red from crying.

Spidey grunted. "Hey there kiddo," he answered, trying to mask as much pain as possible from his voice. Several people paused and looked over at the sound of him talking. "What's the matter?" he asked.

The boy sniffed. "We hit you with the car, and mummy said you were really hurt," he said, tears dripping down his little face. "I don't want you to die; I don't want to kill you!" he then let out, weeping.

"Aww," Spidey replied, shifting to lift a hand and wipe the tears from the boy's cheeks. "I'm not gonna die, I'm gonna be fine ok? I promise," he said, reassuring the boy. The child sniffed again, but smiled slightly.

"Rrrrr," Spidey suddenly moaned, as someone unexpectedly pressed particularly hard against one of his wounds.

The boy started, instantly frightened and stepping back slightly in panic, revealing a small brown teddy that was being held loosely in one hand.

"Hey. Hey, hey!" Spidey said quickly, turning back around and composing himself, reaching out for the boy's hand. "It's alright, it's alright," he soothed, trying to reassure him. The boy slowly came back, and took his hand, looking a little edgy. "Your teddy, what's its name?" he asked, trying to distract him. He could hear the sound of the sirens coming now in the distance.

"Just Fred," the boy responded, looking down at said teddy.

"Fred, that's, that's cool," he said, also succeeding in distracting himself from the pain. "Where'd you get him from?" he asked, panting slightly.

"My mama bought him for me," he answered, seeming to go off into a happy memory.

Spidey let out a huffed smile. "Well, you must have a lovely mummy then," he said.

The boy smiled. "Yes," he announced, before looking over to where his mother was sitting - trying to calm down.

Just then, an ambulance pulled up at the scene, along with a police car, and paramedics rushed out of the doors, quickly opening up the back and pulling out a stretcher.

"Now, why don't you go and comfort your mother hey? I think she needs your strength, yeah?" Spidey quickly told the boy, as the paramedics came round.

The boy looked back at his mother. "Yeah," he said, before giving him a smile and running off to help his other family member.

Spidey watched him go before looking straight up again as he felt the people begin to lift him - moving him gently onto the stretcher.

"He's got a broken leg and a nasty bump on the head, a bit of whiplash and bruises/cuts up his abdomen. Few broken ribs too," one of the men informed the paramedics, as they began to comb their hands over his red and blue body, checking each wound and assessing his condition.

Soon, his head was lifted slightly, and a neck brace slipped gently round his neck, before he felt them get to work, stitching, putting on antiseptic, and bandaging his injuries.