Wrong Number Spidey

This isn't Ned

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Peter: 

Hey Ned, can you search up how to treal a bullet wound??

Tony:

                Who is this ??

Peter :

Ned i'm serious right now, i was on patrol and i got shot .

 Tony:       

          Patrol?? How did you get this number?? and how were you shot??        

Peter:      

Please just tell me how to.??

 Tony:

           If the bullet passed through you, clean it with peroxide, sterilise with alcohol, and  bandage both sides, and stitch it if  necessary   .

Peter:

Whoever you are, thanks. : )

   Tony:

                 Hey kid you need to go to a hospital                                                     though,        

                   KID???

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Tony:

            Hey Kid??

Peter: 

Yeah :/

Tony:

            You okay??

Peter:

Well.... i was shot and had to stitch myself up so yeah, i'm just peachy.

Tony

Well sorry for checking up on you then,

Peter:

No.... im sorry : (   i'm  just having a tough time.

Tony: 

Sorry kid 

Peter:

It's ok anyway bye i have to go to school

Tony:

School? How old are you??

Peter:

Sorry i don't tell strangers my info.

Tony:

Fair enough  bye

Peter:

bye

-----------It's Bob here--------------

Peter stuffed his old phone into his pocket before, heading to school, Aunt May had left early last night to go drinking with her friends so Peter was safe to get to school this morning, he felt sluggish and  dizzy but it was probably the hunger getting to his head.

He felt the urge to take some of the meagre food left in the small apartment but knew that if Aunt May found out it would mean more torment for him when he returned from school.

He trudged past the empty bottles of beer litering the floor and headed to school, on his way he stopped to help an old lady who was being harassed by some thugs, he ended up with a few  more bruises and scrapes from the attackers because he was too weak to defend himself  due to the hunger.

After getting up and wiping blood off his face, he walked back to school after being treated to a meal by the old lady, whom he had helped. Now feeling a bit better, he rushed to school.