Chapter Nine
"Pete, you gotta get some sleep." Tony said gently and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.
It had been two weeks since Peter had saved Samantha from the demon and found her close to death. He thought she had died when she went comatose in his arms on the way to the medic. Once the nurses and doctors took her away from him he went on a rampage trying to get into the operating room to see her but when Tony pulled him away he broke down sobbing, something he never did in front of his fatherly figure.
Now he sat on the floor with his back against the wall, waiting for the white doors to open so he could finally see her.
"I've been sleeping." he croaked and looked up at him.
"Three hours a night is not sleep kid."
"In hunter standards that's a beauty rest right there." He said and looked back towards the doors.
"Pete listen to me. I know you're worried about her but you need to worry about yourself." He explained.
"Worry about myself!? You didn't see what I saw Tony! She was dying! Half of her body was burned to the point where it didn't even look like skin. Her hands and feet had knives in them to keep them in the table. And her blood...." he tried not to break again as he shook his head and took fistfuls of his hair in his hands. "I can't loose her Tony. I can't loose her like I lost Uncle Ben. I- I think I lo-"
"Peter Parker?" A nurse called as she stepped out of the room containing Samantha.
He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran over to her. "Is she okay? How is she?" He questioned her.
"We have her stabilized but for how long we're not sure. She hasn't responded to our treatment very well but we did manage to give her skin graphs and stitch up the knife wounds." She explained then stepped aside to let him through, pulling the door closed behind him so he was alone.
He slowly walked up to her beside, wringing his hands as they began to sweat. A machine beside her beeped softly in time with her heart that was beating strongly. He pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. He very tenderly picked up one of her bandaged hands and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb.
"Wing Girl?" He whispered with a crack in his voice. "Wing Girl please wake up. The doctors fixed you all up, all you have to do is wake up."
Suddenly the machine hitched and began to beat frantically. Samantha's back arched as she let out a horrifying scream that pierced Peter's heart. Her wings spread out and covered the bed and hung over the sides. The nurse ran in just as her eyes flashed open to reveal them glowing blue with her grace before they dimmed and she began to cough, the machine slowing once again.
"W-Wing Girl?" He asked gently.
She looked over at him with terror in her eyes, her breathing uneven and jagged. "P-Pete?"
"Yeah, I'm here. I've got you." He said and stood over her, softly stroking her hair.
She whimpered as tears rolled down her cheeks. "It still hurts. Everything still hurts." She said pitifully and grabbed his arm.
He very carefully cupped her wet cheeks and wiped the tears off of them with his thumbs. "Everything is going to be okay. I'm here now. Nothing can ever happen to you." He vowed then tenderly kissed her lips, still holding her face in his hands.
"What do you think you're doing with my daughter?" A deep, familiar voice said from the doorway.
Samantha pulled away from Peter to see Dean walk in the room. "Daddy?"
He walked up to Peter and grabbed his shirt before pinning him to a wall. "What was that?" He growled.
His eyes widened slightly and he swallowed hard. "Sir I-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as Dean punched his cheek hard enough to knock him to the floor.
"Daddy stop!" Samantha cried, and painful sat up in the bed.
Dean turned around to look at her. "I'm not going to have someone you haven't known for that long kiss you!"
"I've known him for over a month now. You and Mom barely knew each other for two weeks before you had me." She objected.
"Don't bring her into this Samantha."
"Please get out and leave him alone."
"I just got here."
"Go!"
He glared down at Peter then stalked out of the room, closing the door on his way out. Peter slowly got back up and walked over to the sink where he started to clean the cut on his cheek.
"Pete?" She asked. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be fi- Ow!" He hissed as he smeared creme all over it. His cheek was already turning purple and swelling.
"Let me see it."
"No it'll be fine."
"Peter."
He sighed and finally walked back to her. "It's just a bruised cheek. Not the worst that has ever happened to me."
"I'm sorry." She apologized.
"Don't worry about it. It was worth it." He smirked slightly and kissed her forehead. "All I gotta do is got on his good side."
"Good luck with that one Pete. His good side very rarely happens. Especially when Day..." the mention of her one friend brought tears to her eyes. She didn't even know if she had survived the car crash. "Day." She whimpered and began to cry once more. Not even the comfort provided by Peter could stop her from sobbing. She needed her companion. Nothing would make her stop until she had her in her arms once again.
