Grace-adalyn : I'm so glad that you can connect to my story. I actually thought about it alot, how I was going to portray Peter. I think he's a very strong character and easily written as a hero, but especially after Gwen's death, I feel it would do him a great injustice to only show the hero side of him. I think the way he deals with his grief is what really shows his strength. ( and I'm very glad if I managed to capture any of that)

Jasmin233 : Glad you like it, and that you're still with me! :)

Jar of Dreams : I haven't mentioned it yet actually :p Peter doesn't know her name! Glad you like the story :D

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New chapter! Sorry this took a little longer than the others. Hope you like it, let me know what you guys think.

Enjoy.

Hospitals have that eerie feeling when you enter them, the first thing you notice is the smell of medication. Not the kind you take when you're having a headache either. The kind they keep in bottles and syringes, the kind that freak people out. This hospital was no different. Peter had been there for all of ten minutes, and he already wanted to leave. He looked over to the girl, already seated in her blood donating chair. She didn't seem nervous at all. She was just half sitting half lying there with a bored expression on her face. She was pulling faces at him, though if this was to entertain herself or to ease him up, he didn't know.

He offered her a smile, but he felt it drop just as easily. This place made him nervous, and being this close to seeing needles being jammed into the arm of someone he … someone he...

"Peter?" She called, shifting on the paper cover of her seat. She looked worried for a moment, but seemed to dismiss it. She opened her mouth to say something, but didn't and slumped back down. They hadn't spoken since breaking out of their spontaneous embrace. They had stood there for what seemed like forever, neither of them knowing when or even wanting to let go. He had offered her a nod in acknowledgement and she had answered him with a downwards smile, and that was the end of it. She didn't reach for his hand again, and simply continued her way down the street, expecting him to follow her.
He was kind of glad that she did, keep 2 meter ahead of him that is, since he was still trying to brush the blush off his cheeks. His panic had long subsided before he broke their embrace, and seeing her face when he pulled away had set his heart alight.

"Heyyy Daniels." She called, greeting a male nurse who came towards her with a chart. "Hey there pumpkin. How are we feeling today?" He answered, a prize winning toothpaste commercial smile engraved on his face. He was bulky, tall, and Peter hated to admit it he was ridiculously handsome. He wondered for a moment if he actually was a nurse, and not just some model who'd walked out of his photo shoot on perfume.

"Yeah, fantastic, and well circulated." She answered with a smile. "how's your day been, Daniels?" she added. Peter revelled in the fact that she had called him by his last name, but quickly swallowed back his relief as the man began to speak again. "A lot better now that you're here, sweety. You're the highlight of my day." Peter bore witness do the worst display of shameless flirting he had ever seen. Sweety? Pumpkin? Just how close were these two?

Peter suddenly realised that he had never even asked her if she was involved with someone, nor had she mentioned it. What if he had just ruined a meet up between the two, and they'd go and have coffee after their rendezvous, or worse, that they'd go and fornicate in a supply closet. He suddenly felt very nervous and out of place, until the girl's scoff drew him out of it.

"Don't start all that again, we both know what'll happen." She replied, sticking out her arm. He smiled innocently, and even bashed is extremely long, and suspected fake, lashes at her. "You'll swoon and fall into my arms and we share a deep and passionate kiss, in front of your friend here?" he said, nudging towards Peter. His head instantly whipped towards the girl, anxious to hear her reply. "No, I whack you upside the head and you need to go lie down for an hour or two." She said, offering a smile. He chuckled nodded a yes and turned to his chart. The girl sneaked a peek at Peter, who was still gaping at her like a child, and offered him a wink.

Peter snapped back, choosing to admire the window instead of her, hoping the embarrassment would fade from his cheeks. What was he doing?

The nurse referred to as Daniels had taken a seat on a stool next to her, and pressed against her arm, tapping it. The girl did not seem at all bothered and simply started to hum. Within a few seconds the needle had been stuck into her veins, and a tube had been connected. The blood seeped through it easily and gently dripped into the bag. "I'll be back in a few." He said, offering a nod at Peter, as a signal of sorts.

Peter felt his gut churn, last thing he needed was some hotshot offering him ...anything for that matter. He turned to the girl who had made herself comfortable on the hospital contraption. She eyed him lazily and smiled. "You're not squeamish are you?" she asked, nodding towards the bag which was slowly colouring red. He shook his head "are you?"

She smiled, gazing at the dripping of her blood, it was almost hypnotising. "No. I think girl's see more blood than boys do." she rebutted, her eyes still fixed on the driblets of red. "Fascinating isn't it?" she said, gesturing at the needle in her arm. "This could used to save someone's life." she added. "Simple red goop, could mean the difference between someone making it, and someone dying on the operating table. They usually take about a pint of blood. It's what the human body can miss without being in danger. Well, that's not entirely true, it can miss a bit more, but they don't want to risk it. Really, I've asked." She blabbered, a somehow pained expression stuck on her face. Peter simply listened and nodded, occasionally letting out a noise so that she knew he was still listening.

"I want to save people, Peter." She said suddenly. "I may not have super strength or agility or even extraordinary wit, I am no spider-man, but I'm going to save people. Any way I can."

She snapped suddenly, letting out a cough and a smile, mouthing a sorry, presumably for talking so long. Peter smiled, genuinely. He couldn't help it, watching her talk about these things, it brought a brightness to her face and he could feel it. There was happiness simply emanating from her and it was uplifting.

"And you're going to!" A familiar voice called. The male nurse had reappeared and was carrying the same sickening smile. "You're one of my best customers, pumpkin." He added, while judging the bag of blood. The girl pulled a face and shrugged. Peter grunted to himself, not willing to admit to himself that the man's presence was getting to him. He had taken out the needle and took the bag in both hands. Instantly the girl covered her vein with her hand, as if it had hurt. She took a bandage from the tin box on the trolley and stuck it to her arm, seemingly used to the situation. The nurse leaned over and checked her eyes. "Feeling faint ?" She shook her head. "Dizzy?" She shook her head again. She was clearly fine, why was he still hanging in her face?

"It's been good seeing you again, sweets." He said, while planting a kiss on her cheek, causing Peter to ball his hands into fists. She shot him an angry look, and Peter a kinder one. She popped of the bed and took Peter by the hand, causing him to relax again.

He smiled at her, nodding. "So what's next on the list?" he asked, as she slid her arm into his. She pulled a face but just as she was about to answer, a few nurses brushed past them, including the knight in tinfoil. The girl stopped him, grabbing him by the arm. "What's going on?"

The look he carried could only be described as dire, like a prisoner on his way to the gallows. At that same time the pair was struck by a thundering and sharp alarm. "There's a fire in the IC!" he called, before turning away again. Peter's heart dropped, and his body went into overdrive, booting up to find his way to the scene in record time. To his surprise however, the girl had released his arm and had already taken to the hallway in front of them. She was heading into the hospital, not out. She didn't even turn to look at back at him, to make sure he was either following her, or making sure he was safe.

Her feet pounded onto the white concrete, guided by the arrows and signs, only to be met with a thundering herd of staff and patients, being escorted out of the building. Shouting and panic filled the hallways. She frowned as she crashed open a door on her right, taking a flight of stairs, and another, and yet another, and rammed into the hallway she needed, the door heavy against her shoulder.

Nurses and doctors were guiding and carrying patients out. Rolling their beds through the doors and away from the smoke. Sleeves were clutched to mouths and coughs rang through the calling of orders. It was only then that she realised, that the IC, was separated by a big glass door, only to be opened when the button was pressed, until you had been sterilised. There was no way to overwrite the mechanism, how did it even function in the case of fire?

She now stood in front of the glass door, fire raging inside, though it was veiled by dark smoke. Had an oxygen tank exploded? Was it an accident? And what if it wasn't? There were still people inside, and she had to do something. Most of the people in there had good reason to be and weren't about to walk out by themselves, and had already have enough breathing problems on their own. She had to do something now, and so. She took a chair from the waiting room, and smacked it against the glass as hard as she could, causing some serious damage, but not breaking it completely. And so she hit it again, and again and thrice more before it shattered. She stepped into the glass, still wielding her unusual weapon, and took to the other door, and restarted her process.

Her muscles ached, as she bashed her way through, sweat bubbling at her forehead. It was only when she broke through that she was hit with the intense heat coming from inside. Instantly her lung filled as she breathed, causing her to cough violently as she pressed the edges off the glass to the ground, clearing the way for the beds. "Thanks for clearing the way." A familiar voice rang as a vision or red and blue shot past her into the smoke.