"Mr Beck?" Peter asked as he rolled Quentin Beck onto his side so that he could see his face. "No, no, no," Peter said as he lent forward and pressed his fingers against Quentin's neck.
"Is he dead?" Maria Hill asked as she came over.
"No, he's got a pulse."
"Ok. We need to get medical over here," Maria said into her radio.
"You're bleeding Spiderman. We should get you checked out as well," Fury said as he came over.
"Arh. It's not that bad," Peter replied before he looked at his stomach. His suit had been ripped and he had bad degree burns across his abdomen. He also noticed that it was getting hard to breathe. "Actually. It is getting a little hard to breathe Mr Fury," Peter said as he put his hand against 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 on the ground.
Fury then 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.
When Peter came to, he heard someone writing on a piece of paper above him. He opened his eyes and saw a young doctor taking notes. He was in a hospital cubicle and there was a curtain drawn around his bed. He was in a hospital gown and he couldn't see his Spiderman suit. Good.
"Oh, 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 injuries."
"What injuries do I have?" Peter asked carefully, wondering if his healing had kicked in and left the doctor bewildered.
"You have 4 broken ribs, one of which punctured your lung, but we have managed to repair it."
"Is that why I was coughing up blood?"
"Yes, but it should heal fully over the next fortnight. You have also sustained several 2nd degree burns to your abdomen, which should heal over the next month."
"Ok."
"I'm prescribing you some cream for the burns and a small bottle of diluted morphine. Your body's metabolism is faster than anyone I've seen, so you are going to need stronger painkillers. You are to inject a 3mL of morphine into your bloodstream every twelve hours."
"Ok," Peter agreed. Every twelve hours for a normal person meant every four hours for Peter.
"And the cream needs to be applied twice a day."
"Ok. Got it," 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 injected him.
A few seconds passed before Peter became drowsy and he closed his eyes.
"The morphine will make you tired Peter, as you can tell, so don't inject it before you do any vigorous activity."
"Ok," Peter agreed as he half opened his eyes.
"So, in summary. I am prescribing you 70mL 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 taxi back to your accommodation."
"I will. Thank you," Peter said and Dr Mandel opened a curtain to leave. "Before you go," Peter said and Dr Mandel stopped.
"Yes Peter?"
"Do you have a patient here called Quentin Beck?"
"We do, and 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 near him. Anyway, 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 and left.
It took Peter half an hour to walk back to the hotel as he didn't have any money on him for a taxi. He walked up the stairs and bumped into Ned.
"Peter, oh my God," Ned said before he hugged him.
"Hey," Peter said, squeezing his eyes closed as Ned pressed on his ribs a little bit too much.
"We almost died."
"Yeah, I know right. Argh!" Peter cried out and Ned drew back from him.
"Peter? Woah, I'm sorry. Are you ok?"
"No. Not really. I've just come back from the hospital."
"What?! The hospital? Are you ok?" Ned cried out before he finished talking in a hushed voice.
"Yeah. I'm ok now. I passed out in the plaza and woke up in hospital."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Didn't you see an ambulance or anything? You must have still been in the Ferris wheel right?"
"Yeah, Betty and I were, 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 and got us down."
"Oh wow."
"Yeah, it was crazy. But are you hurt?"
"I've got a few broken ribs. And my lung was punctured, but they managed to repair it."
"Dude."
"I've also got 2nd degree burns on my abdomen, but I think they were third degree burns and my skin is just healing quickly."
"Aww dude."
"I've got to inject myself with some morphine every four hours too."
"What? Do you want a hand 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 appeared and he pressed Peter's head against his chest.
"Argh!" Peter cried out as Mr Harrington's arm accidentally pressed on his abdomen and Mr Harrington quickly let him go.
"What's wrong Peter? Are you hurt?"
"No. It's nothing," Peter said in an attempt to sound convincing befor he squeezed his eyes closed.
"What happened Ned?"
"He got hurt at the carnival."
"It's fine. I've got burnt slightly and I broke a few ribs."
"You got burnt?! I'm taking you to the hospital right now!" Mr Harrington called out as he began to panic.
"No, it's ok. I've 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."
"What? 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 agreed. 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 said before he rushed away.
"How long was I gone for Ned?"
"Two hours."
"Oh wow. I'm hungry, lets get some dinner."
"Sounds good," Ned said, and they went to get some food.
Later that night, they were watching a play in the theatre when Peter looked over at Ned.
"Ned," He whispered in an effort to catch his attention. "Ned," Peter whispered again but Ned wasn't listening.
He had put cream onto his burn just before the show, and at the interval Peter had told Ned that he hadn't been 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."
"Peter?" Ned asked as he looked over. "No, no, no. Peter?" He asked quickly as he realsied what was happening. He lent over and shook Peter 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. Wake up dude."
"What's wrong with him Ned?" MJ asked and Mr Harrington whipped his head round.
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 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 told him.
"He needs this," Ned said as he got a needle ready with morphine.
"What the hell's that?"
"It's pain relief," Ned said before he injected it into Peter's arm.
When Ned finished the injection, Peter began to move.
"Peter?" MJ asked and Peter blinked and looked at her, Mr Harrington and Ned in turn.
"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 fight. Oh man, I feel sleepy," Peter said and Mr Harrington's heart fluttered.
"Peter?" Ned asked in worry and Peter smiled a little.
"I'm ok Ned. The medication just. Makes me, feel sleepy," Peter explained as he began to fall asleep.
Their whole class was looking at them now but MJ and Ned didn't care.
"Sleepy?" MJ asked Peter.
"Hmnhuh."
"Ok, stand up," MJ said and Peter sluggishly tried to stand up. MJ and Ned gave him a hand before MJ lifted him into a fireman's lift and he fell asleep. Mr Harrington and Ned just stared at her. "What? He's fine. I'll carry him back to the hotel."
"Ok…"
"Let's go," MJ said before she left the theatre.
When Peter woke up, he felt someone moving their hand over his body. He was lying down on a bed and this person had warm hands.
"MJ?" He asked as he opened his eyes and MJ smiled back at him.
"Yeah. How are you feeling?"
"Much better. Yeah."
"Good."
"What time is it?"
"11pm. We left the theatre half an hour ago."
"Ok. I fell asleep didn't I?"
"You did. So I had to carry you back here."
"Thank you," Peter said before he blushed.
"Does your stomach feel ok?" MJ asked as she put the lid on the cream and Peter looked down at his body.
"Yeah. Thanks MJ."
"They're pretty nasty burns. Are you sure that you're ok?"
"Yeah. They don't feel as bad as they look."
"Really? Because, you kinda passed out in the theatre due to pain."
"Oh. Yeah, I might have done."
"Hmn," MJ said before she yawned.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah. I'm just tired. Almost being killed by a giant fire monster does that to you."
"Yeah," Peter said with a smile. "I suppose it does."
"Ned's in my room with Betty right now, so I can't go in there."
"Oh. You could sleep here. I'm sure Ned won't mind if you use his bed."
"No," MJ said before she looked at Ned's bed, but she stayed sat beside Peter. "I like cuddling though. You know. It's nice to feel warmth from someone else."
"Oh. Yeah," Peter said and he and MJ just looked at each other. "You could. Curl up next to me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Peter said as he smiled a little and his heart fluttered.
"Ok," MJ said and she got in beside Peter. She snuggled against his side and he held her the best he could. "Is that ok?"
"Yeah. It's good."
"You're not in pain or anything?"
"No."
"Good," MJ said before she settled down to sleep.