Be Like You [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER TWELVE

^much muscle, v strong^

Peter's POV

    I felt chills run through my body as horrible thoughts drifted through my broken mind. My hands were clammy, but my toes and finger tips felt ice cold. This always happened when I was anxious.

    I wiped a layer of sweat off my forehead, though it's not like I was doing any physical activity. I hadn't been able to get out of bed due to not being healed enough. However, with my enhanced immune system and quick healing, my doctor, Margaret, thought I'd be able to get out of bed by now. I would probably need crutches or a wheelchair. Though, they weren't sure which, if either.

    I was seeing my aunt for the first time in weeks. I wondered if she only wanted to see me so she could see how much worse I am. I'm not worse, of course, I've been getting better. I felt myself crawling out of the depression. Days were getting easier, even though I still fell down now and again. Although she could probably criticizes me for anything from self harm scars to the way I walk.

   (Lil mention of self harm, nothing to extreme) At this thought, my arms moved closer together whilst resting in my lap. I lifted my right hand slightly to my left wrist, scratching it absentmindedly. I rubbed my thumb back and forth over the marks that faded more and more with every passing day.

    The door opened and I looked over. In walked Tony and Pepper, two of the most amazing people on this earth. Pepper was pushing a wheel chair, obviously for me.

    "Hey, bud." She greeted, pushing it to my bedside.

    "Hey Mom," I nodded to her. "Dad." I nodded to him as well.

    "Hi there Pete." He said, standing next to my bed. "Full?" He questioned, lightly gesturing to the tray of food meant to be my dinner that sat in front of me. I ate some of it but lost my appetite quickly.

    "Not much of an appetite... So yeah, I'm finished with it." I answered, looking at the tray in front of me. The thought of hot food made me feel nauseated.

    "That's okay. Maybe you can have a snack or something later tonight. We can even go out, if you're well enough..." The man looked a bit worried at his own words, but the thought of getting outside sounded amazing. I didn't know if I'd be okay though. "Both physically and mentally." He finished a few seconds later.

    "Yeah, going out sounds nice. We'll just have to- uh- see how tonight goes." I added, unsure in how to refer to what was about to happen

"Okay well, let's get you out of that bed." Pepper said, walking towards me.

"Um- how?" My voice sounded a bit dumbfounded. "Like, am I good enough to stand? Or um, healed enough?"

    "We'll just have to find out." Tony said, walking a bit closer to the bed. "Come on, we'll help you up."

    "Alright..." Tony and Pepper each pulled me up, supporting me by my shoulders area. It hurt though so I collapsed back onto the bed. "Agh. I hate being stuck in this bed."

    "I know, kid. I've been there. You're getting better, though. For now you'll have to use the wheel chair. It won't last long though, with your sped up healing rate and all." With this, they picked me up again and I tried to ignore the pain, biting my lip so hard I drew blood. Oops. They spun me around and I fell back into the wheelchair. I sighed with relief as the pain almost instantly subsided. There was a slight ache still, but it was still better.

    "Are you ready?" Pepper asked looking down at me and sympathetically placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded my head and placed my hands on the wheels.