"Mr Beck?" Peter asked as he rolled Quentin onto his side a bit more so that he could see his face. "No, no, no," Peter said as he lent forwards and pressed his fingers to Quentin's neck.
"Is he dead?" Maria Hill asked as she came over.
"No, he's got a pulse," Peter told them.
"Ok. We need medical over here stat," Maria said into her radio.
"You're bleeding Spiderman. We need to get you checked out as well," Fury said as he came over.
"It's not that bad," Peter replied before he looked at his stomach. His suit had been ripped and he had third degree burns across his abdomen. He also noticed that it was getting harder to breathe. "Actually, it is getting a little hard to breathe," Peter said as he put his hand to his chest.
"How long until medical get here?" Fury asked Maria.
"3 minutes."
"Ok. Sit down Spiderman, we don't you passing out on us," Fury said and Peter sat down. He went to take his mask off but Fury was quick to stop him. "I thought you didn't want your identity to be known."
"No. I don't," Peter said before he pulled the mask above his mouth. He spat out some blood onto the concrete before he pulled his mask back down and lay back. Fury looked up at the Ferris wheel and saw Betty and Ned looking back down at him.
"We'll get you down, just don't move too much or the whole thing will collapse and you'll die," Fury said and Betty squealed before she held onto Ned. "Oh, for…" Fury began.
When the medical team arrived, Peter was unconscious and they transferred both him and Quentin into ambulances. They Peter's suit off as they drove to a local hospital and hid it. When they arrived at the hospital, they handed Peter over to the local doctors and nurses, who rushed him into resus and began assessing him.
When Peter came to, he heard someone writing on a piece of paper above him. He opened his eyes and saw young doctor taking notes. He was in a hospital cubical and there was a curtain drawn around his bed. He was in a hospital gown and he couldn't see his Spiderman suit. Good.
"Ah, hello Peter. You're awake," The doctor greeted him. "My name's Dr Mandel and I've been taking care of you."
"Hi. Where am I?"
"You're at the general Prague hospital. You've been out for just over an hour but the good news is that you haven't sustained any major injures."
"What injuries do I have?" Peter asked carefully, wondering if his healing had kicked in and left the doctor a bit bewildered.
"You have 4 broken ribs, one of which punctured your lung but we have repaired that for you."
"Is that why I was coughing up blood?"
"Yes. It should be fully healed over the next fortnight. You have also sustained, several 2nd degree burns to your abdomen, which should heal over the next month."
"Thanks."
"I'm prescribing you some cream for the burns and a small bottle of diluted morphine. Your body's metabolism is faster than anyone else your age so you are going to need stronger painkillers. You are to inject a 3mL into your bloodstream every twelve hours."
"Ok," Peter agreed. Every twelve hours for a normal person meant every four hours for Peter.
"The cream needs to be applied twice a day."
"Ok," Peter said as Dr Mandel prepared a needle.
"I'm going to give you an injection of the morphine now and I want you to watch carefully because you are going to have to do this," Dr Mandel said as he put a torque around Peter's arm. He then explained to Peter how to inject the morphine before he demonstrated how to do it. Peter closed his eyes as he became drowsy. "The morphine will make you tired Peter, as you can tell, so don't inject it before any vigorous activity."
"Ok," Peter agreed as he opened his eyes again.
"So, in summary. I am prescribing you 30mL of diluted morphine and cream for the burn, as well as some clean syringes, co-codamol and normal paracetamol tablets for when the morphine runs out."
"Thank you so much."
"You're free to go and I strongly recommend getting a taxis back to your accommodation."
"I will. Thank you," Peter said and Dr Mandel opened a curtain to leave. "Before you go."
"Yes Peter?"
"Do you have a patient here called Quentin Beck?"
"Yes, I've just been in to see him. Do you know him?"
"Yeah, he's a friend. Is he ok?"
"He's been badly injured but with time he should make a full recovery."
"Ok, thank you," Peter said. He wanted to go and see Beck but the medical staff probably wouldn't allow him, and he needed to get back to his hotel before Mr Harrington called the police with a lost persons report. He swung his legs over the bed and paused for a moment to allow his head to catch up with his body. Carefully, he stood up, gathered his things together and left.
It took Peter half an hour to walk back to the hotel as he didn't have any money on him. He walked up the stairs and bumped into Ned.
"Peter, oh my God," Ned said before he hugged Peter.
"Hey, hey," Peter said, squeezing his eyes closed as Ned pressed on his ribs a little too much.
"We almost died."
"Yeah, yeah, argh!" Peter cried out and Ned drew back from him.
"Peter? I'm so sorry. Are you ok?"
"Yeah. No. Not really. I've just come back from the hospital Ned."
"The hospital?! What? Are you ok?" Ned cried out before he carried on in a hushed voice.
"You already me asked that, but. I passed out in the plaza and woke up in a hospital."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Didn't you see an ambulance or something? You must have still been in the Ferris wheel right?"
"Yeah but Fury said that he would get us down and then the smoke hid the ground from us. The next we knew, a firefighter appeared out of the smoke and rescued us."
"I've got a few broken ribs Ned and my lung was punctured but they repaired it. I've also got 2nd degree burns on my abdomen but I think that it's worse than it, the skin is just healing faster."
"Aww dude. I'm so sorry."
"I've got to inject myself with some morphine every four hours."
"I could help with that."
"No, it's ok Ned. You're a great friend but your hand eye coordination is terrible."
"That's fair."
"Please don't put me on hold. Oh Peter! You're not dead! Oh my God," Mr Harrington said as he pressed Peter against his chest.
"Argh!" Peter cried out as Mr Harrington's arm accidentally pressed on his abdomen. Mr Harrington let him go.
"What is it Peter? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Peter said, in an attempt to sound convincing as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"What happened?!"
"He got hurt at the carnival."
"It's fine. I've got burnt slightly and I broke a few ribs."
"Burnt?! We've got to take you to a hospital!" Mr Harrington cried out as he began freaking out.
"No, I just came back from the hospital," Peter interrupted him. "I've got some cream to put on the burn and I just need some rest."
"Ok. Ok, some rest. You go to bed now and if you feel the slightest bit worse, you get Ned to find me and I'll call an ambulance."
"I will," Peter said. He found that it was easier to go along with what Mr Harrington said than to try and argue with him.
"Ok. Ok. Oh God, I have to cancel that report for a missing student," Mr Harrington exclaimed before he rushed away.
"How long was I gone for Ned?"
"Two hours."
"Oh wow. I'm hungry, lets get some dinner Ned," Peter said and he and Ned went to get some food.
That night, they were watching a play in the theatre when Peter looked over at Ned.
"Ned," Peter whispered in an effort to catch his attention. "Ned," Peter whispered again but Ned wasn't listening. Peter had put cream onto his burn just before the show, and at the interval Peter had hold Ned that he wasn't in any pain. As a result, he hadn't injected the morphine four hours after the last one. Now, an hour later, Peter could feel the pain surging through him as he began to loose consciousness. He looked at Ned again, who was enjoying the play, just before he blacked out.
The play ended and MJ turned to Peter.
"Peter?" MJ asked before she lent over and shook him. "Peter, it's over. Wake up lazybones."
"Peter?" Ned said as he looked over. "No, no, no. Peter?" Ned said quickly as he lent over and shook Peter more violently. Peter was sweating and Ned had no idea how long he had been unconscious for. He didn't know if Peter was just unconscious or if he was dying. "Peter, can you hear me?"
"What's wrong with Peter, Ned?" MJ asked. Mr Harrington heard this conversation and turned around. His heart sank as he saw Peter unconscious with Ned and MJ trying to wake him up.
"It's been longer than four hours," Ned said before he began fumbling fumbled in Peter's bag for something.
"What happened?" Mr Harrington asked as he tried to stop himself from screaming.
"I don't know. The play sent him to sleep and now he won't wake up," MJ replied.
"He needs this," Ned said as he got a needle ready with morphine.
"What the hell's that?" MJ asked.
"It's pain relief," Ned said as he injected it into Peter's arm. Ned finished the injection and Peter began to move.
"Peter?" MJ asked. Peter blinked and looked at MJ, Mr Harrington and Ned.
"Did I pass out?"
"Yeah. Why do you need IV pain relief?"
"For the burn."
"What burn?"
"The one I got at the carnival, after the big fight. Oh man, I feel sleepy," Peter said and Mr Harrington's heart fluttered.
"Peter?" Ned asked.
"I'm ok Ned. The medication makes me sleepy," Peter explained as he began to fall asleep. Their whole class was looking at them now but MJ and Ned didn't care.
"Ok, come on. Stand up Peter," MJ said and Peter sluggishly stood up. MJ lifted him into a fireman's lift before he fell asleep. Mr Harrington and Ned looked at her. "What? He's fine, just asleep. We can carry on with the sightseeing."