Sparks Fly : A Harry Osborn Love Story Book Three Of Marvel Series

Chapter Nine : Upgrades

Take a deep breath I had told myself.

Ever since I was small, I had had a fear of needles. Curtis would often take me to the doctors and I would cry even at the sight of the syringe. Even today it still hurts like hell.

But this one is going to be different . I am doing this for Harry Osborns life,just so he wont have to die. Norman has survived the curse, but I dont want to cut off his head. Thats going too far for me. It would be nice if he still could have his body.

As I waited for my name to be called in the blood donors office . This was honestly the best way to get it done, plus it would be easier to get it done. There was no way that I was going to do this myself. The blade and the thought of cutting myself to get it was too graphic for even me to picture.

While I am at the clinic I should get this scar checked out . The mark on my face was getting better then slowly it gottten far worse then imagined. The mark just over night had turned from a pink to a purple that I couldn't cover up.

What was in that knife that I was striked with.

The least thing right now in my life is that. I have to save my boyfriend and friend right now. Death is just going to have to wait even though it might come quickly. The highest thought about it is that it's infected.

I am going to get through this though. Once Harry is cured, I will heal this wound and keep Harry's and my relationship going . He isn't going to know that I was the one who had saved him until the time is right. I don't want him to get into any danger.

I know that I am starting to sound like Peter . But I had known that I was going to have to take these percautions about this. I trust that Harry would find some sort of shelter when I fight, I don't need to baby him.

Thats good though I mean that I won't always have to worry about him. I can easily trust him that he would go and get some shelter.

My name was called and I had stood up to look at the woman . She was about five foot five with short brown hair and brown eyes. She was beauitful for a woman around her fifties. " Lynnsey Dillon"

I had stood up and made my eye contact with her brief knowing that I was probably going to go off as scary or creepy. But that didn't stop her from staring at my scar.

She had shaken my hand and then kept the grip tight " My name is Amanda Connors , I will be healing up that scar on your face in no time"

Mom. I am looking at my mother. Theres no doubt that it isnt her! I mean look at those similar complexions. If I had looked around , I bet that almost everyone would stare at me at her. Just you wait when the office door closes, I am going to give her insane heck.

" It's not my scar, I am here to get some blood work done for donating it " I said. She had given a slight nod of her head as she had gestured me into the room where I can comfront her.

I have been waiting for over eighteen years, I wont let her go now.

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The woman had slammed the door hard and then locked the door from behind so no one would disturb us while we talked to eachother before I would drain out some of my blood.

Excellent.

Before I was going to speak, I had been caught by my own mother's words. Her mouth seemed to stumble before she had put her arms open for me to talk first.

Here goes nothing. The number one thing that I was waiting for in my lifetime. Yet she was so close to me the entire time. Maybe that's why I never was aloud to go to the walk in when I was under the care of my Uncle. Maybe he knew more about this when he had told me. Wouldn't surprise.