forget me not

3/Nothing

Peter's POV

Aunt May and I slowly made our way into the hospital. I was too overcome in my own worrisome thoughts to notice all the people milling about. 

"Stop biting your lip, Peter," Aunt May sighs. "I know this must be hard for you. But you must stay strong. For Gwen."

That was easy for her to say. So many thoughts and worries were building were building up inside my head, I wouldn't be surprised if my brain actually exploded. But my thoughts kept on returning to the same words, over and over again, like a song on replay.

"Gwen's been diagnosed with amnesia."

Aunt May pressed the button on the elevator, but I could only stand there mutely. She grabbed my hand and sqeezed it, giving me a reassuring smile. I tried to smile back, and could only hope the action reached my face.

After walking off the elevator, we made our way through a maze of endless corridors before going down a familiar hallway. I could see Gwen's mother- Mrs. Stacy- waiting outside her daughter's hospital room, biting her lip in worry.

Uh-oh.

Once she caught sight of us, Mrs. Stacy reached out and enveloped Aunt May in a hug.

"How is she?" My aunt asked.

Mrs. Stacy wiped her eyes before anwsering, "Hanging in there." Then she turned to me, "Oh, Peter!" Before breaking down in a fit of sobs. She slowly regained her breath and said, "I'm afraid she doesn't remember you."

And there it was. Gwen did not remember me at all. Every last memory we had together was gone from existence, until there was nothing. Mrs. Stacy continued to speak, but I couldn't hear anything. It was as if my body was frozen in place as the world around me continued to move full speed ahead. 

After a few moments of silence, I asked in a quiet tone, "Nothing at all?"

Mrs. Stacy shook her head, "I didn't push too hard. I was thinking maybe...if she saw or spoke to you...it could help."

But I couldnt' do that, I didn't trust my self control. The moment I saw her in that hospital bed I would rush forward and kiss her, run my hands through her hair. How was I not supposed to do that?

How could I stop myself? It was a natual reaction of seeing Gwen Stacy.

Sensing my thoughts, Aunt May reached out and rested her hand on my shoulder, "Peter. It could help."

I nodded my head, although somewhat reluctantly, "Alright. I can go see her."

I whispered in my head, reassuring myself, "I can do this."

A/N

So sorry for the long update....even though it's summer and it should give me more time to write, I really don't. (What with vacations and everything). 

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