Make me feel

Coma

Deadpool was back to square one on finding out where Francis is, since Ernie didn't talk, he died from getting his tongue cut off.

His phone goes off a text was sent from weasel with a picture of a guy. "Hello beautiful. Ooh a little friend of Francis? Let's pay him a visit."

He was in the outskirts of the city, in a abandoned warehouse. Mr. Red; a short blonde Russian gangster owned it. Deadpool was waiting with a big surprise for him.
"I'm dynamite, hah tnt I'm gonna win the fight." He sang as he waited for the tiny gangster.
He heard cars rolling over gravel and got quiet. He jumps off the barrel of explosives and hides.
"We're going to hit that pathetic little gang tonight."
"Hey boss, what's all this?"
"What the hell?"
"Hello mr. Red, nice name by the way, I guess tiny wouldn't be very intimidating."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Me? I'm Deadpool, one of Francis little experiments. Where is he?"
"I don't know who you're talking about, but you better get out now before I kill you."
"Tch, wrong answer."

He runs a few feet away and shoots the barrels, fire erupts and goes everywhere. "Oh shit." He runs away but gets hit with shrapnel.

—
Peter was in class when he felt pain in his back, it went up his spine and spread across his whole back. He holds in a groan as to not alarm anyone. His heart palpitates quickly, he can't hold back as pain ripped through his chest.
He falls from his chair crying and holding his chest.
"Peter!" Harry exclaims.
"What's wrong with him?" Asked the teacher.
"It's- them, soulmate." He couldn't concentrate on speaking.
"I think his soulmate is in trouble."
Peter went still in Harry's arms.
"Peter? Hey peter can you hear me?" He checked his pulse and it was weak.

Aunt may rushed to the hospital once she got the call.
Harry was there with him when she got there.
"What happened?"
"He seemed like he was having a heart attack and passed out."
"Are you his guardian?" The doctor came in.
"Yes I'm may Parker."
"Mrs. Parker, Peter has gone into a coma."
"What, how?"
"We've had a case like this before, a husband and wife. The wife died in a car accident and the husband showed signs of pain and collapsed, he went into a coma and didn't come out of it for three months."
"So What are you saying?"
"It appears that peters soulmate has died. Did he ever meet them?"
"No, he never told me anything. Harry?"
"No, he didn't tell me either."
"I'm very sorry. I hope he comes out of it, we will keep a close watch on him."

—
The police and firefighters surrounded the warehouse and put out the flames, then searched for the cause and possible bodies.
They found four bodies severely burned and unrecognizable. They found an arm with red armer on it but never found the body it belongs to.

Peter was still in a coma, May stayed with him as much as the hospital let her. Harry visited every day after school and on the weekends.
"Please peter, open your eyes."
"Mrs. Parker, would you like anything to eat?" A nurse asked.
"No thank you dear."
"Peter wouldn't want you to starve."
"You're right."
She left to get some food, while people ran past the door with someone in a bed.

"This man is badly damaged, he has burns all over his body and lost an arm. We started his heart a few times but he's not responding now." Says a nurse.
"Stop the bleeding in his arm, and bring the paddles."
They cauterized his arm and bandage it up. Next came the paddles that would bring him back to life.
"Clear."
His body jumps with the shock then lays still.
"Again. Clear." He jumps again and the heart monitor starts to beep slowly.
"We got him."
"Give him an I.V, find skin donors we are going to need to do a lot of skin grafts."
"He's still going to be ugly to look at." One nurse whispered to another.

Peter was still heavy in his bed, aunt may was holding his hand and singing softly.
"Peter, can you squeeze my hand?"
He was so still, the heart monitor was the only indicator of peter being alive.

In the next room over, the John Doe was named Wade Wilson. Pain medicine was being pumped into his body. The heart monitor going slowly.
A groan escapes from his mouth, "ah ha ouch. Fuck a duck." Wade is finally awake and looks at the space where his right arm should be.
"Damn, it's gonna take forever for this to grow back."
"Oh my, you're awake." A nurse freaked and ran to get a doctor.
"And that's my queue to bounce out of here."

He climbs out of bed and sneaks out of his room to next door. He peaked in to only see a patient in bed so he hides in the bathroom.
"Hey peter." He heard on the other side of the door.
"Peter, bro. You gotta wake up, aunt may can't make it without you."
"Excuse me, have you seen a burn patient?" A nurse walked in.
"Um no, I just got here."
"Alright."

A few minutes later and wade comes out of the bathroom.
"Who are you?"
"Shh, i don't want them to find me. I don't need them to treat me."
"You're the burn patient."
"Victim, but yeah I'll just be going.." he looked over to peter.
"Hey, he's the kid I ran into the other day. What happened?"
"His soulmate died, he's in a coma."
"That's crazy, I just died and came back to life, thanks to the doctor. Although I would of been fine on my own, but I would've taken longer."
He rambles.
"Dude you're weird."
Peters hand started to twitch and Harry was quick grab it. "Did you just move? Do it again."
He gripped his hand, and a soft groan comes from his chapped lips. Eyes flutter open vision blurry as he looks around the room and sets on a familiar figure.
"Harry."
"Peter you're awake."
"Yeah." He looks at the stranger in a hospital gown. "Who are you?"
"Oh I'm wade, sorry to disturb you."
Harry watched peters eyes as he stared at wade, Harry noticed his eyes gleam and become brighter.
"Wait woah your arm, what happened?" Peter exclaimed.
"Oh that, yeah. I um got caught in a little explosion. I pretty much died and then came back to life."
"Wait, did you get hit in the back too?"
"Yeah lots of shrapnel hit me."
"Dude, you guys are soulmates."

Silence filled the room for a while before anyone spoke.
"There's no way. How?"
"Only one way to find out." Harry punched peters leg, him and wade simultaneously flinched and said ouch.
"Really?"
"You're a mean kid, that's your friend you just punched."
"But I proved it, you feel each other's pain."
"You're my soulmate."
"Hiya, Wade Wilson, pleased to meet you peter."