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"Dude - it's fine, relax... maybe she just isn't feeling well - you said it yourself, she was sick." Ned tried to assure an anxiety ridden Peter as the two sat at their usual spot in the cafeteria. Isabelle was nowhere to be seen in any of the classes they had shared together, and it made him feel guilty, anxious and slightly nauseous. "I-I don't know Ned, I screwed up, I left her. No one's seen her all day... I don't even think she'll show up to track practice tonight." He rubbed his temples, trying his hardest to settle his beating heart. 

Ned didn't know the real reason why Peter had left Isabelle in the alley by herself, he just knew that Peter 'totally bailed' on her whilst she was sick to 'go and get help'. When Peter had apprehended the armed man, webbing him to fire hydrant until Police were on the scene he returned to the alley, by then she was nowhere to be seen. He would've been worried the something happened to her if he hadn't of used his hearing to check if she was in her apartment, he could hear her shuffling around and cursing to herself in pain. 

"Surely she'll understand why you left, go and talk to her after school man." Ned bit into his food while Peter merely picked at his. "Or maybe she realised how much of a dork you are." Michelle's voice alerted the two, they hadn't even realised she sat on the far end of the table, which had become her typical spot. "Yeah... maybe..." Peter mumbled sadly when he returned home the night before, May waited eagerly to hear the news only she was greeted with sad eyes. 

'I screwed up.' Was all Peter could muster before May pulled him into a hug, giving him words of reassurance, it wasn't just Peter that was sad that night, May was and even Isabelle went home with dampened spirits. She didn't blame Peter for leaving, in fact, she heard the gunshots too and knew that was exactly why he left her. In her condition, remaining in that alley way would only cause more problems and thus walked herself home, in excruciating pain trying to ignore the way her stomach flipped and spasmed. 

She spent most of the night awake, dry heaving, hunched over her bedside trying to cough anything up. It was no use, she had quite literally thrown everything in her stomach up it was impossible to throw up anything more. Pain greeted her as she woke up in the morning, only catching just over an hours rest, that was only due to the pain that she passed out. The whole day for Isabelle was spent in bed, trying to ignore the pain, trying to stop the incessant shaking and cold sweats. Had she had her phone with her, she'd see all the missed text messages and calls from Peter but she didn't have it on her all day. 

Tony called her at least once a day now, checking on progress if she had actually any progress to report. He still was kept in the dark of her illness, she hadn't uttered a single word about it until now. She sat up with a gasp as her stomach lurched violently, something was coming up, she could feel it move up slowly. Hurling herself off the bed, she ran and slid into the bathroom, catching the toilet bowl as she felt whatever it was, exit her body through her nose and mouth. 

Coughing and spluttering, she tried her hardest to keep steady around the toilet bowl until she was sure she could breathe normally again. The sensation was something she still wasn't used to even after almost three weeks of continuous vomiting, she was used to seeing partially broken down food and stomach fluid at the bottom of the toilet, not at all the sticky rich black substance that oozed out of her nose weeks ago. 

"Shit... what the hell..." she wiped her eyes of tears and got up, she flushed the toilet and decided that enough was enough. It wasn't normal to vomit whatever that was in her toilet, in fact, unless someone was pregnant it wasn't normal to vomit so much consecutively for almost three weeks. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror Isabelle slightly jumped at what she saw, her teeth stained with the black substance and all around her mouth stained lightly with black as well. 

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