Journal Of Gwen Stacy

Page 41

Journal entry #41

Whelp.. I'm finally getting out of this damn room.

Heh.. now I don't know if these where dreams. But at one point I was so bored..
Peter left the hospital and came back wearing a police outfit with a fake badge n gun. Saying that he had to 'evacuate' us from the building..
They didn't buy it..
He left again and came in as Spider-Man..
It didn't work either..

Man I literally married a four year old..

God help me..

But uh.. other than that..
not a lot has happened.. Peter and I have just Uh.. 'chilled'
Jake came and said hi like.. once..
But that's okay at least.. he's been pretty quiet...

But my back is fully healed. My lung.. not so much.. right lung to be exact.. but the Doctor said it should get back to normal if I.. get some exercise.. get it working again..

so uh.. guess for now I'm walking around with a pair of half working lungs..

Heh. But that's givin me an idea... I was thinking that maybe the three of us could stay at my mums beach house for a few days.. i mean.. it'll give me a chance to go jogging along the beach in the morning.. and that's what the doctors want me to do for my lung..
And it gives us a chance to catch up on stuff.. ya know..

Oh.. Peters here. I won't be surrounded by four, pale, boring, white, ugly walls.. anymore..
Catch ya later..
-Gwen

//opEn rp.
Sorry.. didn't know what to write..