A Bad Idea (Spideychelle)

Ch. 15: I Don't Want This Time To Pass

MJ POV

Peter and I were making use of our last few days of winter break by sitting on his couch, making out. It was nice and slow, the apartment filled with soft sighs and quiet moans, neither of us rushing to undress the other.

Peter's phone started buzzing on the coffee table. I pulled away for a second.

"It's probably not important," he mumbled, pressing his lips to mine again.

The phone kept buzzing, and I had a nagging feeling about it. I pulled away and handed him his phone. He looked at the screen.

"Why would- oh, shit."

He answered the phone, looking worried. I fidgeted next to him, my stomach sinking as his face fell.

"Yeah, speaking." He listened to whoever was speaking on the other line. "Yeah, okay, I'll be right there. Thanks."

He hung up, standing up and grabbing his red jacket. "May got in a car crash."

I jumped up, grabbing my coat and following him out the door, pulling my keys out of my pocket.

"I'm driving."

"MJ, I can-"

"Who's car do you think May was in?"

Peter sighed. "Fair point."

We went downstairs and got in my car. His hands shook as he buckled his seat belt.

"Hey," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "She's gonna be okay."

He gave me this pleading, heartbroken look. "I hope so."

I backed out of my spot, and got on the road.

"I can't lose her," Peter said softly. "I can't."

"You won't."

He was quiet the rest of the drive to the hospital, staring out the window. His shoulders were shaking, and I could see his face in the reflection of the window. His cheeks were wet and his eyes and nose were red.

It broke my heart.

Peter POV

When we got to the hospital, I ran to the desk.

"Hi, I'm Peter P-Parker. My aunt was checked in earlier. May Parker."

The receptionist typed on her laptop. "Eighth floor, surgery waiting room."

"Thank you."

Without really thinking, I took MJ's hand, and we ran to an elevator. I only let go of her hand to press the button for the eighth floor.

"Peter, you're panicking."

"N-no, I'm fine."

"You're barely breathing. Just take some deep breaths."

I tried to, but my eyes just teared up. I wiped at my face with my sleeve.

MJ put her hands on my shoulders and turned me to face her. "Did they say how bad it is?"

"No."

"Well, we know she's not in the ICU. That means she's probably stable."

I sighed, looking at her. "What would I do without you?"

She offered me a small smile. "Spiral, probably."

The elevator doors opened. I went to the desk outside the waiting room.

"I'm Peter Parker, I'm waiting for my aunt, May Parker."

"She'll be in surgery for another hour or so. Sit tight, okay?"