Inseparable ➳ Peter Parker

27 - Room 203

"Hey, kid."

I looked up to see Mr. Stark making his way across the waiting room to me.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

The events of last night came back to me. After Camella blacked out, Mr. Stark got me to take her to the hospital while he finished the mission. The doctors took her into surgery right away, and they still weren't done. It was now 3 in the morning, and still no word on how she was doing.

"I don't know. I don't think the surgery is done yet," I explained.

Mr. Stark exhaled impatiently and went to talk to the nurse at the desk. When he turned back around, he looked royally pissed.

I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know how to. Brain surgery's extremely risky. She could be dying right this second and we wouldn't even know.

Oh God. Why did I think that?

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After another hour or so, a doctor came out of a nearby room. "Mr. Stark?"

Mr. Stark perked his head up and stood, approaching the man. I jumped up and followed him.

"Now, Camella had some brain damage, but luckily, we were able to fix any life-threatening problems," the surgeon explained.

Mr. Stark searched his face. There was something the guy was hiding.

"But..." he prompted.

The doctor hesitated. "Well, as of right now, we don't exactly know what the outcome will be when she wakes up."

"You're telling me that you don't know if her brain will function normally?" Mr. Stark clarified.

"Basically, yes."

Mr. Stark closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. "When can we see her?"

"Right now. Room 203." He pointed us down the hall.

We made our way down the direction he showed us, scanning each door for the number.

199, 201. 203.

I paused, my hand hovering over the door handle, then pushed the door open.

I finally understood what it was like for Camella when she saw her mom in the hospital.

She looked so small and fragile on her cot, with tubes cascading everywhere. Her cheeks were sallow and her eyes looked dark and sunken in. The only indication that she was alive was her monitor and if you looked closely, you could see the blanket moving up and down slightly with her chest.

"I'll, uh, give you a minute," Mr. Stark told me. He exited the room, shutting the door quietly.

I gently sat down on the edge of her bed. Reaching over, I brushed some hair off her cheek.

"Wake up, Camella" I whispered. "We need to talk."

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Three more days went by, and Camella still hadn't woken up. I was so worried that every 5 minutes, Ned or MJ had to tell me to calm down.