"OUCH!" I yell as I drop a bunch of pots and pans in my kitchen.
"WHAT HAPPENED GWENNIE?" My mom says, running into the kitchen from the living room. I clutch my injured hand close to my chest while my face is twisted in a faux-mask of agony. This was the only way I could think of to get myself out of the house.
"I-I dropped the pans by m-m-mistake. I need some ice" I whimper in my most convincing innocent-little-girl voice. My mom rushes over to me and takes me hand.
"Let me see that hun."
"I think I need to go down to the pharmacy and get myself a hand brace." I say quickly, She cant get near my hand or she might see that my hand is a bit too beat up for my act to be believable.
"Do you need me to drive you?" She says, a worried crease wrinkling between her brows.
"No Mom, it's fine. I can walk down on my own, the pharmacy's just a block away. You need to stay here with the boys." I say pointedly, and as if on queue, a loud crash sounds from the living room.
"Oh lord. Well if you're sure, Gwen darling." My mom says, hurrying over to see what my little brothers have just destroyed. My poor mother has to deal with all of us without the help of my dad, and remembering that saddens me. I step out of my house and walked into the elevator. I look at my reflection in the mirror-paneled walls of the elevator and see me staring back. Is it me, or do I look different? I lean closer to the wall of the elevator, inspecting myself with more scrutiny.
The elevator dinging open startles me, making me jump. I need to stop freaking myself out like this! I take a deep breath and walk out in to the lobby and out into the street. I look around timidly scanning the streets for Peter, then I immediately realize how ridiculous I must look. Suddenly, I feel a pair of arms around me, puling me up, and I'm airborne.
I scream as I pull myself closer to Peter. I feel a thud beneath me and I wrench my eyes open to see Peter smirking down at me.
"PUT ME DOWN!" I yell, and Peter sets me down on the floor. I slap him and then yell in pain, because I seem to have forgotten that I crushed my knuckles by trying to hit him earlier.
"You okay?" He says, coming closer to me and looking down at me.
"NO!." I say, sounding a bit childish. "Next time GIVE ME A WARNING before you freaking fling me into the air!"
"Let's get you down into the hospital." He says, who looks like he's trying to hold back his laughter again and wrapping his arms around my waist, "May I?" He says, a smirk crawling wider onto his face, and scooping me up, bridal style, without waiting for my response
"Wait we're on top of the hospital?"
"Yep, now put my mask on me."
"Umm sure," I say, obliging, "But, umm, why are you taking me to the hospital as Spiderman?"
"They'll get you through fast, just trust me."
"How may I- Oh my." Says the hispanic-looking nurse from behind the welcome desk. I don't blame her, because you don't see Spiderman carrying a girl into your average hospital lobby way too often.
"She tried to defend herself against an attacker who was trying to steal her bag, and ended up punching a wall." Peter says without missing a beat. I bet he's smirking under his mask. How does he even come up with this stuff?
"Oh, right this way then, Spiderman!" The now-flustered looking nurse says, "Right this way." She leads Spiderman to the ER and calls a doctor over.
"You know, I ,ehm, punched a wall, I didn't kick it, so I'm pretty sure that I can walk." I whisper to him, and he just chuckles. We walk into the ER room and one of the many people in the room wearing lab coats when the nurse lightly taps him on the shoulder. He turns around and takes in the sight before him without so much as raising an eyebrow.
"Spiderman. A big fan of your work. Now what seems to be the problem." He says in a steely monotone. Ballsy.
"This young lady here broke her hand by punching a wall." He says.
"HEY!"
"She says it was an accident."
"Right," the doctor says sounding a bit humored, a smirk crawling onto his face. "Set her down here." He pats an empty cot surrounded by moving curtains.
Peter sets me down gently and I glare at him as the doctor picks up my puffy, obviously swollen left hand and starts to examine it. I flinch as the doctor touched my knuckle and look away from scowling at Peter to see the doctor's brow furrow.
"Oh that's broken allright. What's your name miss?"
"Gwen Stacey."
"Alright Miss Stacey, you have yourself a fracture in the joint of your pointer finger. I would suggest putting a cast on it, but I personally think it's a bit too cumbrous than necessary, so you would do fine with just a splint as long as you wear it for three weeks straight and promise NOT TO TAKE IT OFF, unless during showers." He says, emphasizing the point.
"I'll make sure she won't take it off during showers." Peter mutters, sounding muffled due to his mask and I throw a hard kick at him and my foot makes contact with his thigh. Hopefully this hit made more of a painful mark on him than me this time.
"What was that?" The doctor says, walking off to a cabinet and tacking out a brand new hand splint still incased in plastic.
"Oh nothing." He says. Other patients seem to start noticing Spiderman's bizarre presence in the room because the room suddenly goes a bit quiet and everyone starts sitting up in their cots, except those who can't because they're super seriously injured.
"Here you go Miss Stacey. If you happen to need another hand brace" The stoney faced doctor says to me, handing me the now unwrapped hand brace and it's label. I put it on my hand and start fiddling with the straps, trying to get it to fit perfectly. Spiderman walks up closer to where I'm sitting on and latches on my hand brace swiftly.
"I see you got that under control, Spiderman." He says, a smile cracking his steely demeanor, "And I made you an appointment with me next week so I can check up on how your hand is healing up. Here's my card and I hope that you feel better soon. But now I have more patients to attend to. Goodnight." He says, giving us a polite and curt nod and walks away.
"For the record, I didn't punch the wall!" I say loudly to the doctor's retreating figure, and his shoulders shake as though he's laughing.