I used to call it home

Chapter 8 - Hight Like The Sky

I couldn't understand what I was seeing in front of me, why were they here? Why was I here? I couldn't even think straight, my brain was all muddle up covered with what seamed fog, he didn't even remembered what happen last night.

Peter stood up from the bed only to be hit by a wave of vertigo that only worsen his headache making him fall back down into the pillows below him.

" Careful Pete, you have to lay down" Tony said guiding his sick brother to lay on the bed adjusting some pillows to help him keep his head held up high, noticing how glassy his eyes were.

" wh..what happen?" Peter asked with his eyes closed, head sinking in his pillow looking for warm.

  "You got sick Petey" Tony said sitting next to Peter in the corner of the bed.

"oh" Peter exclaimed opening his unfocused eyes "but I got to go to work, I can't miss it"

 Both twins looked at each other unsure of what to say to his little brother, was he so out that he didn't remember what happen, what they had to do?

Carefully Tony reached out his hand to Peter forehead wincing at how warm it was.

"shit" Tony turned to his brother "His fever is back" Tony exclaimed and almost immediately Ed dash out of the room to call Strange.

"Who has a fever?" Peter called out looking at tony with is face crunched up.

"No one Darling, don't worry about it" Tony said brushing the sweaty curls out of his brother forehead.

"oh... I don't feel too good" Peter said reaching once again to pick on his nose cannula that was still providing oxygen to his lungs.

"No, peter that has to stay there" Tony repeated with a sight. Was his brother in so bad of a state. Was this all of his fault? Tony couldn't help but fill with guilt, was little brother was laying in a bed clearly hallucinating and that was all his fault, why couldn't he had protected him better?

"Don't be sad, do you want a hug?" tony startled out of his thoughts by a small thug on his sleeve only to find a small hand attached. Smiling with tearful eyes, Tony locked his into Peter's that was looking at him with a frown on his face.

"Oh, Peter, you will hate me after this" Tony said mostly to himself while Strange and his brother entered the room.

 "So Peter I heard you're not feeling well" Strange said measuring his fever.

"I'm not?" Peter said confused, while Strange checked the number displaying on the thermometer and the monitors.

 "no Peter, But don't you worry, I got everything you need to get better" the doctor said softly to his confused patient. While grabbing some ice packs putting one under his neck and the other two in his armpits, receiving a groan from the boy

"No, it's cold, don't want it" Peter said trying to get rid of the cold felling.

 "I know Peter, it's just for a while, can you handle it?" Strange said calming the boy "how about we grab you some soup? You must be hungry" Hearing that Peter's eyes widened at the mention of food. At that moment a maid knocked on the door with a small tray on her hands

"Sorry sirs, the chef send me to delivery this for young sir" she said delivering the tray to Edward, who as closest to her, before excusing herself out of the room.

Grabbing the tray Edward, carefully set it in Pete's lap.

"Here, Pete, eat your soup" He said while Strange start talking about Peter state.

"Now there's nothing you have to worry about, he's acting a bit off because of the sedative I gave him early and combine that with his exhaustion and fever results in the Peter in" Strange explained getting suddenly interrupted by Peter making all heads turned to him.

"ups...I spilled" Peter exclaimed while looking at his soup.

 "ohh, peter I help you" Edward said cleaning the fallen soup that luckily had split on the tray. "Here you go Peter" He said holding a spoon full of soup in front of his mouth.

 "Please continue doc" Tony said looking back at the medic.

"Right" strange cleaned his throat "about the fever it's a good sign really, means that his body his fighting. So keep up the plan, he will stick with the diet and going back to his meds. I still want to keep the oxygen in just for his asthma but tomorrow we can take it out. After he eats make sure he gets some more sleep to get rid of the rest off the drugs." He said getting out of the room.

"Ok, Pete you heard the doctor, time for more sleep" Edward said and by the time he took out the tray his brother eyes were already closed.

It was about three hours since Peter had fallen back asleep when Howard, the boys father entered the room startling the two occupants that hadn't left the room ever since.

"how's he doing?" he inquired.

 "He woke up a while ago pretty out of it because of the drugs Strange gave him, and he had a fever, but apparently that was a good sign" Tony said not taking his eyes of his younger brother.

"You worry too much son, he's back now, we will take care of him, he will never have to suffer again" The father reassured him putting a hand on his shoulder.

"He will hate us you know that don't you?" Tony responded averting his eyes to his father.

"He just needs to be reassured that we are his family, that we loved him. I know that it won't be easy, but I also know that despite trying not to show Peter misses too. I t will only be a matter of time until he trusts again. Until then, we will be there for him." After finishing his speech, a groan broke out from the patient that lied on the bed, making all heads snap to him, only to meet the eyes of the boy.

"..dad?"