A Dinner With Framily (SpideyPool)

A Dinner With Framily- Chapter Nine

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It took five hours for the emergency surgeons to put Harry in a semi-stable condition. Five hours of MJ crying on Wade's shoulder. Five hours of Aunt May knitting Christmas sweaters.

And five hours of Peter anxiously chewing his thumb nail, thinking about all of the things that could have gone wrong during the surgery.

When the head surgeon walked out of the OR and into the waiting room, Peter could literally feel everyone's hearts sink to their toes.

"Harry is in stable condition," was his first words, and the four let out a breath of relief.

"He suffered severe trauma to his lungs, a few lacerations across his legs and chest, and two fractured ribs." The surgeon motioned to his side for emphasis.

"But, he is going to live, so that's good too." That earned a chuckle or two from them. 'Breaking the ice' is what Aunt May calls it.

MJ jumped to her feet, scrubbing the tears off of her face furiously. "Can we see him?"

The surgeon nodded, gesturing towards the doors. "Yes, I'll lead you to his room."

Peter helped Aunt May to her feet, who completed half of a sweater and stuffed it into her purse.

The surgeon led them through a maze of hallways, Peter absentmindedly counting down the numbers of doors as they walked.

He was at 54 when the surgeon stopped, turning to his left and opening a metal door into a dimly lit room.

Harry was laying on the hospital bed, his eyes bleary as he tried to focus on them. "Hey guys," he said hoarsely, like he just woke up.

The surgeon shut the door them, giving them some privacy as he walked down the hall.

MJ smiled, her eyes lighting up like a runway as she sat in a chair next to his bed. "Hey baby," she said chokingly, clearly fighting off tears.

Aunt May joined MJ by his side, sitting in the extra chair.

Peter and Wade were standing side-by-side each other at the doorway, watching the three talk like schoolgirls.

But then, Peter had this weird feeling in his gut, a feeling he had since the Surgeon started talking.

Peter folded his arms over his chest, Wade copying his movements as he leaned closer to Wade. "The surgeon wasn't telling us everything," Peter whispered, and Wade nodded.

"I know," and Wade's eyes flickered to Harry's neck, which Peter followed.

And there, barely peeking through Harry's scrubs, was a small green rash.
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Dun dun duuuuun! And we have plot! What do you guys think will happen to Harry, or for anyone on that matter?