"Okay is everyone ready for the competition?", all the academic decathlon students at Midtown Tech nodded their heads. "Okay roll call..", Mr. Harrington said, looking down at the names of students on his checklist.

"Michelle Gonzalez?"

"Here!"

"Liz Allan?"

"Here!"

"Ned Leeds?"

"Here!"

"Peter Parker?", there was no answer. "Peter Parker?", Mr. Harrington said again. He sighed. "Does anyone know where Peter is?"

"Last time I saw him he was heading towards the bathroom area. He was walking pretty face.", Liz said.

"Do you know how long ago this was?", Mr. Harrington said rubbing his face.

"I'm not sure.", Liz said.

Mr. Harrington rubbed his forehead and said, "Ned, can you go check on him?"

"Sure thing.", Ned said.

"Be back soon the competition is about to start!", Mr. Harrington yelled as Ned quickly walked over to the men's bathroom.

Ned found the men's bathroom at the end of the bathroom and slowly opened the door.

"Peter? Are you in here?, Ned said quietly. He opened the door fully to see a pale looking Peter sitting on the cold bathroom floor. His head on the wall and his leg curled up to his chest. "Hey. Are you alright?"

"I don't think I can go out there. Have Flash take my place.", Peter said.

"What why?!", Ned said sitting next to him. "Are you sick?", he asked.

"I feel like I'm gonna puke.", Peter said putting a hand against his aching stomach.

"Oh..", Ned said with a concerned tone. "Did you eat something bad? Was it the bus ride?"

"I think I'm just nervous. Like, really nervous. I don't know why.", Peter said with a cough. After Peter coughed his eyes shot wide open and he said, "Oh god."

"What? What's wrong? Are you okay?", Ned said nervously and concerned.

"Ned.", Peter said looking at his best friend. "Cover your ears.", he said putting a hand over his mouth. He ran into the stall and instantly locked the door. Ned did as he was told and covered his ears, whilst closing his eyes.

Peter got on his knees and buried his face into the smelly toilet. He coughed and a dry heave came up. Nothing. He gagged and coughed, nothing. He took many deep breathes since he was running out of air from all the gagging and heaving.

"Oh my god it hurts so bad!", Peter yelled.

Ned could hear him and said, "What hurts, what?"

"My stomach idiot!", Peter said with another cough. Ned quickly covered his ears once he heard Peter empty whatever food was in his stomach empty out into the toilet. Ned cringed as he heard Peter cough more and more. After minutes of waiting, Peter finally stopped gagging and puking.

"I'm done. I think I'm done." Peter said out of breath. Ned uncovered his ears and helped his friend stand up. He guided Peter over to the sink and Peter washed his hands.

"Hey can you call May for me. I really need to get home before I get sick again.", Peter said with a shaky voice.

"Okay. I need to tell Mr. Harrington first. Stay right here.", Ned said leaving the bathroom. The competition had already started and when Mr. Harrington saw him he looked very worried.

"Ned thank god you're back.", Mr. Harrington said.

"Yeah I'm so sorry i'm missing the competition.", Ned said.

"Don't be it's okay. Is Peter all right in there?", Mr. Harrington said.

"I'm afraid not. He..he got sick. He said he needs to go home.", Ned said.

"Bummer. Okay I'm gonna check on him. Call his Aunt for me.", Mr. Harrington quickly headed for the bathroom and saw Peter sitting back on the ground, looking really drained.

"Hey.", Peter said weakly.

"Hey Peter. Ned's calling your Aunt right now. I'm sorry you don't feel well. Do you know why?", Mr. Harrington asked.

"I don't know. I think I was just really nervous and made myself sick.", Peter said, trying to stand up.

"No, you don't have to stand. Just relax your stomach okay. I don't want you getting sick again."

Peter nodded and sat back down grabbing his still aching stomach. The door swung open and Ned had a phone in his hand.

"Peter, May is on the phone. She wants to talk to you.", Ned said, looking at his friend with a concerned look.

"Thanks Ned.", Peter said, grabbing for the phone. "Hi May.", Peter said with a shaky voice.

(The Phone Call)

"Hi Peter. What's wrong.", May said.

"I feel sick.", Peter said,

"Well what's hurting?", May asked.

"My stomach.", Peter said, grabbing his stomach more.

"Do you feel nauseous?"

"Yeah. I threw up a few minutes ago and I think I'm gonna throw up again.", Peter said, his voice started to sound really shaky, like he was keeping his vomit down.

"Oh dear, okay. I'll be over there soon.", May said.

She soon hung up and Peter gave the phone back to Ned. Lurching forward and covering his mouth. He quickly crawled into the stall, not caring if it were locked or not and heaved. A violent gag went through his body and he coughed afterwards. He gagged again and the same liquid from earlier plopped into the toilet. He coughed again and threw up even more. Then that same routine repeated 3 more times until Peter was finally done. He gasped for air and when he finally got some he starting breathing in and out carefully. He spit into the toilet, wiped his mouth, and flushed his vomit down the toilet.

Peter collapsed on the floor holding his stomach and moaning.

"Should we do something or..", Ned said.

"No, just leave him. Why don't you watch the competition I'll stay hear with Peter.", Ned nodded and left the bathroom, hoping his friend would feel better soon.

"Aww, it hurts so bad.", Peter said.

"I know bud, I know. Your Aunt is on her way.", Mr. Harrington reassured him. "Can you walk?"

"I'm not sure. I think I can…maybe.", Peter said.

"I'll help you up.", Mr. Harrington said. He helped Peter up and guided him to the hallway where he sat in front of a trash can just incase something happened.

20 minutes later

Aunt May walked in the hallway to find Peter asleep on a bench with Mr. Harrington sitting next to him.

"Oh thank you so much for watching after him.", May said. "Peter, wake up I'm gonna bring you home okay?"

"What?", Peter said cluelessly waking up.

"We're going home.". May whispered to him.

"Oh god, my stomach hurts even more now.", Peter said sitting up.

"Oh dear. We have to get you home.", May said. She helped him up and hugged him. "Alright let's get you to the car."

"Thank you again, Mr. Harrington.", Peter said.

"No problem Pete. Feel better. And get some sleep tonight.", Peter nodded and walked out of the building and into the car.

They drove all the way home and Peter quickly walked into his room, crashing on the bed. May was going to tell him to put his pj's on but decided to leave him and let him sleep.