Sick Spidey
"Hey, are you okay? You're not looking too good…" Mary-Jane Watson asked her best friend, Peter Parker, as he sat in an empty classroom doing his homework.
Peter swallowed thickly before plastering on a particularly fake-looking smile.
"I'm fine, MJ, why'd you ask?" Peter said, clearing his throat before pulling his hoodie even tighter around him.
Mary-Jane raised an eyebrow. "Well for starters, you're paler than a god damn ghost, even more so than usual. You're shivering even though its 65 degrees out, and I know you, Parker, and I know when you're sick but too stubborn to admit it."
"I'm not sick…" Peter said, feigning surprise at the accusation.
"Oh yeah?" Mary-Jane asked with a smirk, "what did you have for dinner last night?"
Peter swallowed harshly as he paled.
"Um… uh… Chinese food," he mumbled.
"Ooh, nice, we had to have sushi again, all that raw fish-"
"MJ, stop," Peter mumbled, an arm snaking around his abdomen.
"But I thought you weren't sick?" Mary-Jane asked innocently.
"I'm not, but…"
"Hey, completely unrelated topic here, you remember when we were nine, and you pushed me off of the slide?"
Peters eyes widened as he realized what she was doing.
"And I cut my knee open," she continued, "and then a couple of days later it got infected?"
Peter fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair.
"And then that led to blood poisoning? And I almost died? Do you remember that, Pete?"
"Uh-huh…" he mumbled, jaw clenched as his forehead glistened with sweat.
"Do you remember how it looked before I went into the hospital? With those red lines of infected blood trailing up and down my leg?"
Peter didn't reply.
"All that black blood caked around the open cut… And all that pus-"
"God, I hate you," Peter mumbled, hand shooting to his month as he launched himself from his chair and to the bathroom across the hall.
"I told you you were sick!" Mary-Jane called after him, pulling her phone out to call Aunt May.