Far From Life (Peter Parker Whump)

Bee Sting

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Peter's P.O.V.

"Hey Ned!" I shouted. "Get over here!" Ned scurried over to our lockers, looking slightly pink. "Really Ned, you just broke up with Betty. Now you're talking to Sara?"

"Hey, for your information she's actually really into me, and she's pretty and smart and-"

"Ok, ok, I get your point. Are you still coming over after school?" I question.

"Yeah, sure. I'll meet you outside the lobby after class."

"Alright. Bye Ned!" I give him a small wave, and head to chemistry. Usually, this was my favorite class, but today I couldn't wait for it to end. Ned had gotten a new LEGO kit, this time of the Millennium Falcon. I was super excited to build it, even though I would miss patrol. Queens can handle a few hours without Spiderman, right?

After chem, I walked down the halls to the lobby, meeting Ned when I got there.

"Why don't we walk back to my house? It's a nice day, and it's not too far. I don't want to take the subway today," Ned suggested.

"Cool. Let me text May first, so she knows where I am."

I'm going to Ned's

Alright, be home in time for dinner.

I'm making spaghetti and meatballs tonight.

K thx

"Alright, let's go."

It was a nice walk, especially on a sunny day like this one. As we walked past the park, I felt an insect crawling on my arm. Without thinking, I swatted at it.

"Why'd you just smack that bee?" Ned wondered.

"That was a bee?" I got worried for a second. I've never gotten stung before. I quickly shrug it off, the bee probably already flew away. Oh, how wrong I was.

"Ow!" I exclaim, feeling a sharp pain in my arm. The little bee flies off, satisfied with its work. I inspect the small red spot on my arm, staring at the stinger under my skin. I'll have to get that out later.

"Dude, you ok?" Ned asked.

"Uhh," I hesitate, still staring at the tiny stinger embedded in my arm. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

"Oh, good. You looked real spaced out for a moment there."

"No, no, I'm fiflpf." Ned looks at me questionably, and I shrug. "I'mf fiflpf. Fiflphif."

"Uh, Peter?" Ned looked worried now. "I don't think you're fine." I'm panicking too, freaking out over my sudden inability to speak. "You look really puffy, you need to go to the hospital." His voice raised with every word. My face was swelling up, making it hard to see and impossible to make sense of my words. I start to wheeze, finding it hard to breathe right. I feel like I'm choking on air.

"We need a doctor!" Ned screamed. "Can anybody help him?" I collapse, and everything goes black.

Ned's P.O.V.

Peter's on the ground, passed out. His face is puffy, and turning blue rather quickly.

"Help! Can't anybody help?!" I scream. A small crowd gathers around Peter. I crouch down next to him, picking his head up off the ground. He's completely limp, and his face is an alarming blue violet.

"I called 911," one of the people gives me an uneasy smile. I nod thankfully.

"HELP!" I yell once again.

"Stand back, let me through," a woman holding a small object sneaks through the crowd. I let her get close, and she stabs Peter with the object!

"Hey!" I frown. "Why'd you do that?"

"She just saved his life," the same man who called 911 remarked. The woman points at the object, still in Peter's arm.

"Epipen," she smiles broadly. "He should wake up soon." She was right. Peter was breathing again, albeit inconsistently, but breathing all the same. My jaw drops a little at how quickly Peter was recovering. He was groaning, half awake.

"Thank you," I say, still impressed.

"No problem. By the way, I'm Suzie. And you might want to get one of these for your friend," she suggests, gesturing toward the Epipen.

"Yeah, that's smart." I can hear the ambulance in the background, coming to get Peter. Remembering why he shouldn't go to the hospital, I ruffle through his bag to get his phone. Pressing his finger to the touchID, I look through his contacts until I find the one I'm looking for.

"Seriously? I'll be right there."

"Hurry, the ambulance is coming." I hang up, putting Peter's phone back. By now, he's almost fully conscious, being tended to by Suzie. I feel bad for not really helping, but as the guy in the chair, I'm doing my job.

Peter's P.O.V.

Sirens. I can hear sirens, and people talking. I feel sore, my throat is raw. I could really use a glass of water right about now. As the sirens fade away, I'm lifted into a pair of sturdy arms, which carry me into what I think is a car. And then it fades out again.

I wake up, for real this time, in a bed. It's not a hospital bed, it's way too comfy for that. Cracking my eyes open, I see Professor Hulk waiting for me.

"Oh, good, you're awake. You had an allergic reaction to a bee sting, how do you feel?"

"Thirsty," I croak. He hands me a glass of water that was sitting on the table next to him. "I feel fine, actually. A little sore, but otherwise ok."

"Fascinating." He scribbles something down in a little notebook, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Your healing abilities are truly phenomenal. You've recovered from a severe allergy attack in about half the time it would take an average person."

"Huh. That's pretty cool," I comment. "Can I go home? My aunt's probably wondering where I am."

"Oh, sure. And next time, use this." He hands me a small device that looks like a pen. "It's an Epipen. Use it if you have another reaction."

"Thanks." I drop it in my backpack. "Bye, Professor!"

"Goodbye Peter."