"I'm not like you, Claire."
She had prayed he was wrong as she felt the glass embedded deeply into his skull. She remembered that time earlier when that slim of a quarterback tried to take advantage of her and she ended up with a stick in her head. She came right too when it was removed. So why wouldn't it be the same for Peter? He absorbed her power, he could heal. He could survive this.
It took a bit of effort to tug the shard from his head, it was alot larger then she expected. Once it was completely removed she held her breath, praying silently this would work. Her hero couldn't die like this. She wouldn't allow her only uncle to suffer that kind of fate.
She let her breath go as she heard him gasp and cough. She pulled back a second to let him recover fully. He continued to gasp, his head arched backwards into the cushion, pushing his back upwards. His eyes closed tightly as he twisted his face into an agonized expression.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
The urgent calls of her grandmother and father didn't reach her as she watched in horror as Peter continued to thrash slightly, breathing, but obviously in tremendous ammounts of pain. His recover should have been over already. He should be staring at her now, being just as healthy as before he received the shard to the head.
"I'm not like you, Claire."
She heard those words again in his voice. She was wrong. Well kind of. He did regenerate enough to revive, but clearly it wasn't enough to make him fine and dandy. She felt herself be pulled away by her grandmother as Nathan knelt down beside his brother, trying to sooth his silent cries.
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"Peter?" He breathed in a barely audible voice as heard his body start breathing again. His mother rushed over to his daughter and brother to make sure she wasn't seeing things, probably. Peter had returned to the living world. He was relieved, but baffled at the same time.
Then a new horror arose. Peter was in pain, so much so that Nathan could even feel it from ten feet away. Maybe it was the bond between the brothers, or maybe something else, but Nathan felt it and instantly moved towards his brother.
His mother thankfully pulled Claire away before Nathan had the chance to bulldoze her over. Not that he didn't care for her, it was just not at the top of his list right now. He needed to end the pain, for his brother and himself.
Peter had his back fully arched, and twisting in odd fashions, as Nathan bear hugged him and pulled him back to the cushion. He tried to coax Peter to open his eyes.
"Open your eyes Peter..." He said quietly, repeatively. Peter did not hear him, his head just twisting side to side, gasping between his hoarse quiet pleas, that were only loud enough for Nathan to hear.
"Please, Peter..." Nathan begged, he hadn't realized he was crying until the first drops of his tears were hitting Peter on the cheek. It did the trick though, Peter opened his eyes then slowly and in a jerking fashion.
"Nathan?" He asked in a pained whisper. It was though He couldn't see Nathan right in front of his face. Natahn was shocked that Peter's eyes hadn't returned to their normally hazel hue. They were different now, a milky almost opaque look with a hint of blue.
"Nathan? Where are you?" Peter asked fearfully, his head turning his head as if looking for his brother. Nathan was speechless for a second. He was there hugging Peter tightly to keep him from causing himself more pain, and his own brother couldn't see what was right infront of his face.
"I'm right here, shhh, It's okay now." He finally said quietly, releasing one hand as Peter began to weaken. His thrashing had all but stopped for the most part. Nathan placed a hand on Peters' cheek. Peter's useless eyes returned to glaze at Nathans', then they closed.
Much to Nathans' relief, Peter just passed out as he sat there for a second, before pulling back. "He's blind..." He said just loud enough for the two other occupants to hear.