So... I wasn't planning on continuing this but I suddenly got motivated to and had a great idea. Please let me know what you think in the reviews! And I promise you this isn't the last chapter, so please don't freak out... Hope you enjoy!
Pain.
Screaming.
Pain.
Yelling.
Silence.
My alarm was beeping at a constant rate, annoying the crap out of me. I was laying on my stomach, my eyes closed and my head turned to the left. I reached over to where my phone would be, but felt nothing. There wasn't even a desk. I flung my eyes open to see a white wall and a large window. This was definitely not my room!
The beeping noise began to speed up. A headache instantly crawled from the back of my head to my eyes. I winced in pain as I tried to push myself up with my hands. My ears were ringing and I could hear a muffled scream. I stayed in one place, my back arched a little, my body being completely supported by my forearms and elbows. Sweat poured down my face as I stubbornly refused to move for the better.
The ringing from my ears dissolved, letting me fully hear the screaming. My screaming. I didn't even realize I was screaming. My eyes were glued on the sweat soaked pillow.
I heard a bang and footsteps. Someone laid their cold hand on my burning back. "Peter!" I continued to scream. "Peter! Stop it!" I shut my mouth, tears forming in my eyes. "Peter. Lay down on your stomach." I did as I was told, slamming my face in my pillow. The man chuckled and I my mind instantly placed the voice to the right person.
"Mr. Stark?" I asked in the pillow, making the words muffled and hard to hear.
"What?" I turned my head to the left. My arms were stiffly by my side.
"I said, Mr. Stark?" I moved my eyes over as far as I could. He was still out of sight. "Can you move so my eyeballs don't pop out?" I groaned. He walked to the arm chair right next to me, pulled it closer, and sat down. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. How you feeling underoos?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on knees.
"Oh I feel just fine. Like a bug stuck on a windshield." I closed my burning eyes, trying not to cry. "What happened?"
"Well, after you passed out I flew through the hallway to get you to the medical wing. We had to operate on you and get that shrapnel out of your back." I sighed and moved my face back into the pillow. My back was stinging and it felt like it was being ripped apart. Every flake of skin was being torn off my body with hot tape. That's what it felt like.
My eyes widened as a thought came across my mind. I raised my head up like a dog. "Please tell me there isn't an Arc reactor in my back!" I began to panic, making my heart rate quicken and it became hard to breath.
"Peter, Peter! Calm down! There is no arc reactor in your back. But dang, that would be highly uncomfortable and look weird. All you got is a lot of stitches and scars." I turned my head back towards him and slightly smiled. "You also lost two days of your life to sleep." My smile faded and turned into a frown. "That's right kid. You've been out cold for two days. That's good for you. Not so much for your aunts stress level though."
"Oh my goodness! Aunt May! What did you tell her? Where is she?" I forced myself to roll over on my side. I winced as a sharp pain shot through my back. I turned quickly, cracking my spine. It felt a lot better after that. At least, I thought so. I couldn't feel any pain.
"What the heck! Kid!" I sat up, my back sill stinging, but I ignored it. "Okay... that worked. She's at work. I told her I would call if you woke up."
"You don't have to call her. She's gonna be pissed! What did you tell her?" Tony sighed and rubbed his neck. Whatever he told her probably made me look stupid. "What did you tell her?" I said in a more demanding tone.
"Well, we had to make it convincing... so we told her you tripped and smashed through the window." I took in a deep breath. That wasn't too bad of an excuse. I am pretty clumsy around the house. One time I slipped on the floor in the kitchen and fell on to the hot stove. Not very fun times. None of this was particularly fun. I was trying to toughen through the pain in my back that returned, trying to not look like a wimp in front of Tony freaking stark, but it was not working. My whole body was hot now. I threw off the covers, not caring that they flung across the room. That wasn't my intentions, but whatever. My head was spinning and my stomach turning with a mushy feeling. My legs were tensing up and shaking like you do when you're cold but also sick to your stomach. I shut my eyes at the thought of puking in front of Tony.
"You deserve this. You brought it on yourself." I said out loud not realizing it until Tony was standing in front of me.
"Hey. You okay? Kid, you don't look so good.' My hand shot up over my mouth as I scrambled off the bed, darting for the very visible bathroom. I failed. I was three steps away from it when my body couldn't take it any more. Everything in my stomach, which wasn't much, came hurling on the hospital floor. At first I was just leaning over, emptying the contents in my gut. The next thing I know, I'm on my hands and knees, which quickly ended with me laying on the floor, falling in my own throw up. My eyes were still open as a laid motionless on the ground. I watched as Tony fell on his knees, not caring that his gray suit pants touched my puke a little. His mouth was moving rapidly, but I heard none of it. I watched as he pushed himself up, stumbling back a little to the door. He swung open the door, allowing it to slam on the wall. I heard a slight bang from the impact. I watched with a blank face as he screamed something into the hallway and three people swarmed around me. They rose me off the ground, laying me back on my stomach. The rest was history. IVs were placed in both arms. An oxygen mask was put on my turned face. All I could do was stare at Tony who was standing by the door. His right arm tucked under his left, his left hand covering his mouth as his head tilted forward with concern.
I was dizzy, spinning endlessly as the doctors tried to steadied my breathing patterns. I became light headed as I blinked at Tony. Suddenly three more people were standing in the door way. May, Ned, and MJ stared at me with wide eyes. Ned scrunched up his nose at the smell of my puke. May yelled something at Tony and he pointed at me, yelling back. I needed to tell May I was okay. MJ just stared at me with a blank face. So I pushed my self up, using my arms again. Pain shot through my back once again. The burning appeared again. It felt like someone shot my back with a million sprinklers, close up... filled with lava instead of water. Yep, that's how it felt. I reached up, tearing the mask off my face and throwing it to the side. I needed to throw up again, but all I could do was lay there, basically doing a plank, and stare at the pillow. Someone tried to put the mask back on me, but I turned my face towards the other side. I looked out the window to see two doves sitting on the window seal. I'm not one for superstitions or religious signs, but for some reason it made me calm down. I collapsed on the mattress, sending a sharp pain through my back. I took in deep breaths, in and out as Tony said earlier. A nurse smiled sympathetically at me as she put two tubes up my nose, sending pure oxygen through my lungs.
"Thanks." I muttered a little loopy. "M-Mr. Stark? I-I don't feel so good..." Tony and May came around the bed.
"I know, kid. You're okay. Alright? You're gonna be okay." I swallowed down the lump in my throat, trying not to throw up or cry, which ever one decided to come first.
"I-I don't know what's happening. I-I don't wanna go!" I screamed as my eyes began to close from a heaviness. "I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go..." I felt hot tears sting my eyes, flowing down my face. I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." I looked down at the ground as my eyes began to close. The beeping began to slow down. The pain in my back ceasing to exist. I breathed out.
I know... And I'm sorry. It killed me to write this, but it just happened. Hope you enjoyed! I've already started the next chapter!
