The return of the Amazing Spiderman

Chapter 20

1 week later...

I thought getting discharged from the hospital would give me the ultimate happiness I had been searching since I lost Nancy. But no. No. No. NO.

This was way worse than that. Shifting into a house right in front of the one which I had accepted as my own 'home' was the tip of the mountain of sorrows. And the fact I was sleeping in Peter's room didn't help either.

A] His window opened to a 'haunting' view of my burned house. The house in which I lost Nancy.

B] It was freaking PETER's room. The jerk whose being a major asshole currently. I mean how can anyone anywhere be that insensitive?

I kicked the blanket off my feet in frustration. I stood up from the bed (Peter stupid Parker's bed) and walked over to the window to draw the curtains shut. I didn't dare look at the black outline of what remained of the house. I simply shut it.

I heard small step running up the stairs and I knew it was Sid even before he barged into the room. He had been sleeping with me every night ever since I first arrived here.

"Hey baby" I said as he barged in. A gloomy look covered his face. He jumped into my arms as soon as I extended them. I lifted him, bringing him to my face level and carefully balancing him on my side. "Did you have dinner?"

He nodded his head, and I looked up to Peter standing in the doorway to confirm. Sid was suffering from a mild case of PTSD. He has barely spoken a word since the accident, which worries me. The doctor said to be patient, to give him love and care. To be supportive. But how am I supposed to support him when I can't hold myself together? He neither sleeps nor eats properly. Sometimes he lies to get out of eating food, which results in us finding different ways to feed him. Sid, however hasn't eaten anything since last night, which put all of us on hyper alert mode. Trying every possible mean to get him to eat. So when Peter nodded, I felt a relief wash over me.

I kissed his forehead, "Good boy"

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A hand poked my eye causing me to jolt awake. I sat up to see sid thrashing his hands out in all direction. He was having another nightmare. His nightmares were getting worse by the day.
I grabbed both his hands with mine and put them straight down to prevent him from hurting himself and me. I put the other hand on his forehead, running my fingers through his hair, soothing him

"Shhh, baby, I'm here. There's nothing to be scared of. Shhh"

Soon his erratic breathing returned to normal, and his face become peaceful again. I wiped his forehead of the sweat and pulled the blanket over him. I went to open the window, since the room was beginning to feel a bit stuffy. I drew open the curtains to see Peter sitting on the roof edge, his feet dangling down.

I quickly climbed over the window and jumped down on the roof. I know I should be angry with him, with the way he had been treating me. But I couldn't just stand there and watch him walk away. I couldn't bear to lose someone else from my life, not now at least. So I took a deep breath and sat down beside him.
Peter didn't turn to look at me — he didn't even acknowledge my presence. Instead he kept staring at the house hauntingly standing in ruins under the dim moonlight in front of us.
"Sid had another nightmare?" He asked, breaking the silence. The tone he used was some what distant. Like I don't want to talk to you but I'd like to know if the kid is okay type.
I nod in reply, swallowing down the lump forming in my throat.
Peter starts to get up, I had expected that so I quickly grab his hand, pleading him to sit. Once he is settled back into his old position I ask-"What's wrong Pete? What did I do?" My voice was barely even audible. I knew if I did try to increase the decibels of my voice it would end up breaking.
Peter shrugged in reply, clearly not wanting to comment on the subject.
I turned to face him, carefully balancing my weight at the edge(I'm clumsy and a danger to myself remember?).
"Peter please? Just talk to me okay? Tell me what's going on in your head, cause I'm definitely not psychic."
"You really wanna know what you did Kira?" Anger seeped into Peter's voice.
I nod, interlocking my fingers and placing them in my lap.
"So tell me this- what's your name? And this time please do not lie."