Special (Peter Parker love story)

Chapter 5

I woke up in a sea of white, with weak eyes opening slowly to see that I was in a Hospital bed, and hooked up to what seemed like countless tubes and monitors. My head was pounding with pain, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I groaned of pain and slowly raised a hand to my forehead.

"Does your head hurt?" I heard the soft and sweet voice of Peter sitting beside me, and I weakly smiled. I turned my head as much as I could to see before I felt the pain again. 

"Yeah a bit." I mumbled very softly, and looked up at Peter with hardly open eyes. Even though I couldn't see him much, I saw that he had a huge black bruise over his left eye. "Peter, what happened to your eye?"

"Oh, it's uh...it's nothing." He grabbed my hand and rubbed it with his thumb. He was smiling, though I knew he was in pain. 

"But you look like you're in a lot of pain." I turned towards him completely and rubbed his face with my weak hand. Though moving so much made me feel like I was going to faint any second.

"I look like I'm in pain? You just got stabbed!" Peter said quietly and grabbed my hand that was still resting on his face. He warmed me, and I just realized how cold I actually was. 

I laughed weakly, and tried my best to smile. "Yeah...that..." I took my hand out from under Peter's and felt my stomach. I felt a faint trace of stitches, and tender skin that was still bruised and hurting. "Well this'll be a story to tell..." I chuckled along with Peter, and I felt my throat burn with pain. "Where are my parents?"

"They're uh...sleeping in the waiting room." He stroked my hand again and kissed it with warm lips. "They've been here all night."

"What time is it?" I asked with a shaky voice

"1:03 am!" someone interrupted. I looked to the door and saw an old man walking into my room wearing hospital blue scrubs. His silver name tag was polished and shiny, on it was engraved 'Dr.Howe' in black letters. "Well it's good to see you awake Ms. Winters, or should I saw Mrs. Winters?"

"Oh us? No, no we're not-" Peter and I stuttered at the same time, trying to cover up our embarrassment. 

"I'm just joking!" Dr. Howe laughed, making Peter and I chuckle nervously. "Anyways, you got quite the scratch there, can you tell me what you remember happening?"

"Well..." I began, and painfully sat up, my back aching with every hurtful move "I remember walking down an alleyway...and umm some guy pulled out a knife...and uh he...well he stabbed me."

Doctor Howe looked at Peter to finish the story. He hesitated, but continued "And then...he punched me in the face," He looked at me with concerned eyes, and then shifted his gaze to the floor. "And then he took out a little glass vile and put it up to her wound. Like he was taking her blood..." Peter added, and I turned to him with a completely shocked look Why the hell would someone want my blood? I thought "And then he called 911...which is really weird. Why would you stab someone and then call 911 for them?" He looked back up at Dr. Howe, searching for answers that he did not have. 

"That is pretty weird...Nothing like I've ever seen before!" Dr. Howe exclaimed and scratched his head "Well anyways, your vitals are fine, we got you all sewed up and we're going to send you home with some pain medication."  he smiled brightly, his white teeth sparkling under his grey mustache "Would you like to take some now?"

"Yes please." I croaked, and pushed my bangs back with my hands 

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute." Dr.Howe waltzed out of the room, leaving Peter and I alone.

I turned to him immediately, and snapped "Why the hell would someone want to take my blood?!"

Peter shrugged "I-I don't know do you have anything special about your blood maybe?" he stuttered

"Well, I don't know. I remember my mom telling me something like that when I was a kid but I just though it was because I had O blood or something..." I shook my head and put a shaky hand on my forehead 

"That still seems weird to me..." Peter said, and looked around the hospital room "I guess I'll have to look into it."

"What are you going to do, Google 'why would someone stab a girl and then take her blood'?" I snapped sharply. Instantly I wanted to take it back, it wasn't Peter's fault that I was hurt.  

A few seconds passed before Peter spoke again, "I don't know, But you should probably be getting some rest." Peter stood up, and leaned over my bed. His warm soul warming mine, he kissed my head and stroked my hair "I'll be back tomorrow."

"Thank you so much Peter..." I muttered quietly, and he smiled warmly

"You're so welcome." he replied with a soft smile, and resentfully walked out of my hospital room. I could tell he didn't want to go, and somehow that comforted me. Dr.Howe came back in the room with a pill bottle and a small cup of water. I took the pill instantly with no trouble and fell straight back to sleep.