Journal Of Gwen Stacy

Page 9: Venom?

Also. DOES MY GIF WORK UP THERE?^
Journal entry #9

Here I am sitting up in bed with a half naked teenage guy resting his head on my lap.

Nowhere in the past 24 hours did I think I would say, and let alone write those words. Want to take a guess as to who this guy is who's lanky and well-toned body is taking up most of my bed? You guessed right (hopefully) the ever illusive Peter Parker! For the past few hours I have been stroking his mangled head of hair and just rejoicing in the fact that he's here alive...

I skipped a head didn't I?...

Sorry about that, it's just a lot happened and I feel like a nuke just went off in my brain destroying any sense of clarity in my already jumbled head. So I ended my last post pretty dramatically, and that was because when I looked over at the window there he was covered in blood, gashes, and what looked like dark blue bruises covering the skin that I could see. I had dropped my journal and rushed over to let him in. When I unlocked the latch on my window I pulled it up as high as I could. Peter had tried to say some snarky remark, but all I got out of him was a low and painful sounding "Hey".
I helped him in as quickly and gently as I could as to not draw any attention to the wall crawling super hero coming through my dorm window. When I had him on his feet in my room he put all of his weight on me. It took all I had to get the window closed with one and while trying to steady him with the other. Skipping the slow and arduous walk over to my desk chair I sat him down and cupped his face bringing his gaze to mine. I tried to see if his pupils were dilated at all, and thank god he seemed 'there' at least. He tried to give me that wry smile that I only see when he's injured, but he ended up coughing up blood, and a little landed on my cheek.

That's when I knew this was different than any other time he had gotten hurt. This was more serious than serious; this was holy shit he could die. The fact that I'm cussing should allude to how much stress and fear I was feeling at that moment. He closed his eyes and I asked him what had happened. Barely even audible I made out "Ven...om...".
Who was Venom?

At that point it didn't matter though, calmly as I could I told Peter that I was going to get my medical kit and that I needed him to stay upright. He shakily raised his arm and brought with it the poorest excuse of a thumbs up I had ever seen, but that was enough for me. I bolted to my closet and pulled out the hulk of a medical kit that I had putting together ever since I had found out how dangerous being Spider-man was for ones health. Coming back and kneeling in front of Peter I opened the kit and pulled out some gauze and alcohol. Not even rationalizing where to start I poured some of the alcohol onto a ball of gauze that I held up with tweezers and started dabbing one of the biggest wounds that ran horizontal on his chest. There were three jagged gash marks that seemed to have the same size give or take a few centimeters. Peter nearly let out a howl in pain, but I had rushed my free hand to cover his mouth and shushed him. His eyes shot open and met my own, and for once I saw true fear in his eyes. At no point in my time with Peter have I ever seen him so scared, but his gaze broke my heart. His eye lids came back to normal size and he gave me a slow nod that he understood he had to keep quite.

The bad thing about it being dead week is that you have to be silent 24/7 in the dorms. Back to the blood and gauze.
I spent the next good hour or two cleaning his wounds, and he took it like a champ not even letting out another whimper. Finally cleaning the wounds as best I could I asked him if he would let me take him to the hospital. He of course said no, and I shouldn't have expected anything better. I dressed his wounds and he ended up looking like a mummy from the torso down to his thighs. His healing rate is truly something as once I was done with cleaning his wounds they were already clotting and closing. I didn't even see any bleed through of the gauze when I was done dressing the wounds.

I was going ask him "Who was Venom?" and "What in the flying hell happened!?" but I noted that his head was slowly drooping in the chair like he was going to pass out. So I told him in a stern voice that if he wanted to stay here for the night he owed me BIG TIME. Though he did get me an awesome gift... He just chuckled slightly and agreed. I helped him hook his arm around my shoulder, and I hoisted him up to his feet. We shuffled over to my bed, and I lifted up the covers to help him in. He plopped down onto the bed on his back and just looked at me with those chocolate brown eyes. I motioned for him to scoot over, and he did so slowly and carefully. I sat down on the bed and stretched my legs after pulling the covers up to cover my feet. I then (albeit a little roughly) pulled Peter's head onto my lap so that he was closer to me. Smiling up at me I returned this gesture with a large frown and a furrowed brow.

He thinks he can just make me smile after ALL of that? Without even telling me what happened? Well it worked.
Like always..

Damnit...

I just smirked and looked away telling him to get some sleep. He nodded and slowly but surly closed his eyes. It didn't take more than five minutes until I heard his breathing even out, and looking down he had that peaceful expression that I for some reason could never achieve unless he was around.

Now here I am, with a half naked teenage guy in my bed... Life has a funny way of giving us what we truly want. Well I am going to try and get some sleep myself now, so until next time..
Oh And Mom.. if your reading this.. please don't hate me for letting a half naked dude in my bed.
Heh
-Gwen

A/n; I GOT BORED OF WAITING FOR THAT CLIFFHANGER SO HERE YOU GO. and from here on, I don't know how fast I'm gonna upload. So if I don't upload tomorrow or the next day, don't scream and worry about me. Just calm down,
But il y'all.