As Wenny rushed to Ken’s side, her eyes were wide with concern, her hands trembling as she reached out to steady Ken. “Ken, are you okay?” she asked, her voice breathless with worry.
Ken’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body aching from the battle. She gave Wenny a weak smile, though her exhaustion was evident. “Yeah, I’m fine… just tired. That thing was tougher than I thought.”
Jake hurried over, his face a mixture of relief and awe. “You did it, Ken. You took that thing down.”
Ken nodded, but she could feel the weight of the battle in her bones. Her legs felt weak, and the adrenaline that had surged through her during the fight was quickly fading. “I’m just glad it’s over,” she muttered, her voice heavy with fatigue.
But as she spoke, her vision blurred, and before she could stop it, her knees buckled. She collapsed, her body giving out from the strain.
“Ken!” Wenny screamed, catching Ken before she hit the ground. Her heart pounded in her chest, panic setting in as she held Ken’s limp form in her arms. “Ken, please, wake up!”
Jake crouched beside them, his voice tight with urgency. “We need to get her to a hospital.”
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In the Hospital
Hours later, Ken was lying in a hospital bed, her body hooked up to IVs and monitors. The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor, and Wenny sat by her bedside, holding Ken’s hand tightly, her eyes red from crying.
Jake paced near the window, his hands clenched into fists. “She’ll pull through, Wenny. Ken’s tough. She always bounces back.”
“I know,” Wenny whispered, though her voice trembled with fear. “But seeing her like this… I’ve never been so scared.”
Jake stopped pacing and placed a hand on her shoulder. “She’ll be okay. You’ll see.”
The minutes stretched into hours, and Wenny refused to leave Ken’s side. She watched the rise and fall of Ken’s chest, silently willing her to wake up. She replayed the battle in her mind, feeling guilty for not being able to protect Ken more.
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Ken Wakes Up
As dawn broke, a soft groan escaped Ken’s lips, and her eyes fluttered open. Wenny shot up from her chair, her heart leaping in her chest. “Ken! You’re awake!”
Ken blinked groggily, her body still heavy with fatigue. “Wenny…” she rasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “What… happened?”
“You collapsed after the fight,” Wenny explained, tears filling her eyes. “We brought you to the hospital. I was so worried…”
Ken smiled weakly, her hand squeezing Wenny’s. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
Wenny shook her head, wiping away her tears. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Jake appeared at the side of the bed, relief flooding his face. “You gave us quite the scare, Ken. But we knew you’d pull through.”
Ken’s gaze softened as she looked between Jake and Wenny. “Thanks for being here. I don’t know what I’d do without you both.”
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A Moment of Vulnerability
Later that evening, after Jake had left to give them some space, Ken and Wenny sat together in the quiet hospital room. The sun had set, casting the room in a gentle, dim light.
“I’ve been thinking,” Ken said softly, her voice filled with vulnerability. “During that fight, all I could think about was keeping you safe. But… I realized that I don’t want to live in fear anymore. I don’t want to be afraid of losing you, or of not being strong enough.”
Wenny’s heart ached at Ken’s words. She reached out, gently stroking Ken’s hair. “You don’t have to be afraid, Ken. We’ll face whatever comes together. You’ve already done so much—you don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone.”
Ken smiled, a warmth spreading through her chest. “I just… I’ve never felt like this before, Wenny. I’ve always been strong, but with you… I feel like I’m finally able to be vulnerable. And that’s terrifying.”
Wenny leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to Ken’s forehead. “It’s okay to be scared. But just know that I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Ken, no matter what.”
Ken’s eyes filled with emotion, and she pulled Wenny into a tight embrace. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “Thank you for always being here.”
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Rebuilding Their Lives
Over the next few days, Ken’s recovery progressed smoothly. She was discharged from the hospital and returned home, where Wenny and Jake continued to care for her. Though Ken still had moments of doubt and fear, she found strength in the love and support of those around her.
Wenny was a constant source of comfort, always by Ken’s side, reminding her that she wasn’t alone in her battles. Together, they began to rebuild their lives, finding joy in the simple moments—late-night talks, quiet walks, and the peacefulness of just being in each other’s presence.
One evening, as they sat together on the rooftop, Ken looked up at the stars, a sense of peace washing over her. “You know,” she said softly, “I used to think that being Spider-Man meant I had to face everything on my own. But now… I realize that the strongest thing I’ve ever done is let myself rely on you.”
Wenny smiled, leaning her head on Ken’s shoulder. “I’m glad you feel that way. Because I don’t plan on letting you face anything alone again.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the stars twinkle above them. Ken felt a sense of contentment settle in her heart—she had fought monsters, both literal and metaphorical, but now she knew that she didn’t have to fight them alone. She had found her strength not just in her powers, but in the love and support of Wenny, Jake, and the people who cared for her.
And for the first time in a long while, Ken felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that she was never truly alone.
TBC.
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