A Dinner With Framily (SpideyPool)

A Dinner With Framily- Chapter Eight

Wade and Peter were there when Harry's head hit the floor. Wade knelt by Harry's head, turning him over so Harry could breathe.

"Pete, get the Medical Kit," Wade said, tilting Harry's jaw to the side in the process.

Peter nodded, skidding across the carpet in his socks and pulling out the Medical Kit from under the couch.

He ran back, kneeling on the other side of Harry and handing the kit to Wade.

Harry was barely breathing, his chest microscopically rising and falling. Peter found Harry's wrist, putting his index and middle finger on his pulse, and counted.

"One...two...three..four.. Wade, his pulse is slow."

Wade ripped the remains of Harry's shirt off, getting a better view of his wounds.

There was a large angry cut across his torso, blood steadily flowing from the wound and splattering his entire stomach with the red liquid.

Wade took the lid off of the Peroxide bottle, pouring half of it's contents on the wound.

It bubbled up with foam, blending in with the color of Harry's skin.

Peter took his phone out of his back pocket, hitting one on speed dial. "I'm calling an Ambulance."

Wade nodded, focusing on examining Harry's other wounds.

The Ambulance arrived in minutes, taking Harry down the elevator in a Gurney. The two rode with him, and soon they were waiting outside the Hospital for MJ and Aunt May.

A blue Mazda zoomed through the parking lot, stopping right in front of the two. The driver rolled her window down, revealing MJ still in her pajamas.

"Is he okay?" Was the first thing she asked. Peter could see Aunt May in the passengers seat, leaning over MJ's shoulder.

Wade nodded, leaning into the window. "They just took him into the OR."

MJ's emerald green eyes widened. "Oh my- oh my god." Her breaths were getting shallower, her hands grasping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white.

Wade opened the car door, unbuckling her seatbelt for her and practically lifting MJ out of the car.

MJ hugged Wade like a teddy bear, burying her head in his shoulder and sobbing. Wade ran his fingers through her hair, wrapping one arm around her waist and gently rocking her back and forth.

"Shh, he'll be okay. I promise," Wade whispered, setting his chin on top of her head.

Peter gave a look at the empty drivers sear, returning his eyes to Wade, who nodded.

Peter got into the drivers seat, not bothering to put his seatbelt on as he found the closest parking space available to the door.

He returned with Aunt May a couple minutes later, her keys in hand.

MJ had calmed down some, her sobbing dying down to soft whimpers.

Peter held open the door for them, and silently the four went into the Waiting Room.

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