The Londoner

Prologue

Peter was sitting in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs that start to hurt your bum after you've been in it to long. But that wasn't his main focus at the moment. But at the same time it hurt. It was a mixed thing at the moment. But anyways.

His main focus was on the doors at the end of the hallway. Closed tight as he leaned on his knees with his hands clasped together. He was feeling peckish but didn't dare get up to get something to eat. He took a deep breath and put his hands on the back of his head. He closed his eyes and wished more than anything that it was a few hours ago, when he was laughing with his mom and joking around before she collapsed onto the ground.

He had been worried of course and had called the ambulance as soon as he could. Now here he was at The Princess Grace Hospital waiting for news on his mother. He had never been more worried in his life. If he lost his mom he'd have no one left. He never met his father, and his mom had no living relatives. If he didn't find out who his father was it was to foster care he went. And well that didn't seem ideal, he didn't want that.

He was praying to God that his mother lived. He didn't want to live without her. He felt tears stream down his face as he took a shaky breath.
"Peter!! My little spiderling! Get down from there! It's time to eat!" His mom called out. Peter up in a tree in their backyard turned around to see her standing on the patio. He giggled before he swiftly climbed down the tree and ran into her arms giggling.
"Mum! Mum! Mommy! Did you see me in that tree? Wasn't it cool!" He asked excitedly as she walked them into their house.

"100% spiderling. I was gobsmacked to see you up so high!" She said as she brought him over to the sink.
"Now wash your hands before we eat!" She told him as she set him down. He nodded enthusiastically.

"Mum!!!" Peter yelled through the house as he came running in through the door. Dropping his backpack and kicking off his trainers by the door. He skidded around the corner to find her watching Sherlock on the telly.
"What spiderling?" She called back as she paused the show and turned around.
"Guess what!" He asked excitedly. Pumping his arms up and down.
"You didn't trip over anything today?" She asked him.
"Wha- no! I made a new friend!" He exclaimed as he jumped over the back of the couch and landed next to her.

She laughed.
"Oh and what's your new friend's name?" She asked him her eyes twinkling.
"Harrison! Harrison Osterfield!" He said. He was practically bouncing up and down. He only lived a mile away from his school so his mum let him walk there and back.
"He's super nice mum!" He said giving her a bright smile.
"That's great darling! Why don't we talk about it over tea?" She asked as she stood up to go to the kitchen. He followed her blabbing on and on about how he met his new friend. She listened with a smile on her face.

"Excuse me sir." Peter snapped his head up at the new voice. A nurse stood in front of him with a small smile on his face and sadness in his eyes. Peter felt his stomach drop. "Are you Lily Parker's son?" He asked him. Peter swallowed thickly and nodded his head.
"Follow me please." Was all the nurse said before walking away with Peter on his heels.
He didn't bother asking anything. He couldn't get any words out even if he tried.

His heart hammered in his ears and his vision became slightly unfocused. He couldn't hear anything as he followed the nurse in front of him. Soon he was in his moms hospital room. She was conscious, but looked awful.
"Hi spiderling." She said weakly. Peter felt tears leak from his eyes as he rushed forward and gave her a hug.
"Oh mum." He wept as he clung on to her.
"Shh. Peter. It's all right. Everything will be fine. I promise." His mom whispered as he pulled back to look at her face. Her beautiful face which he might never see again.