Self-Sacrafice
Aunt May and Peter Parker raced down to where Mary Jane was being kept. When they arrived, Aunt Anna Watson was in a complete state of shock. She couldn't even form word and was only able to cry and wail.
Aunt May went to comfort her and that left Peter alone in the hospital hallway. He found Mary Jane's room and found a nurse checking the various pieces of machinery that kept Mary Jane alive.
"How is she?" Peter asked
The nurse turned to face him. She worked in emergency room and had dealt with similar situations. But she knew that it was best the doctor to give that kind of news.
"The doctor will be here in a just moment. You are the. . ."
"I'm her boyfriend. Her aunt is outside."
"Okay, I'll come by later, don't worry about visiting hours." The nurse left Peter alone in the room with Mary Jane.
Once the door closed, Peter wept at the foot of Mary Jane's bed. He already had enough tragedy for at least five others. The death of his parents, the death of uncle Ben, and now this. He tried to look at Mary Jane enveloped in tubes, wires, and machinery that beep, wheezed, and buzzed. Her face showed signs of injury, she looked fragile as if the slightest touch was cause her to break.
The door opened and Peter looked through his red-rimmed eyes and noticed a doctor with lab coat and clip board in hand.
"Hi my name is Dr. Hobbs, you're Peter Parker?"
Peter nodded.
"Your aunt told me. I guess you want to know about Mary Jane?"
"Yes"
Hobes came close to Peter. "You sure you want to do it in here?"
Peter again nodded.
"Okay I'm going to be honest with you. The injuries she sustained are very life threatening."
"She going to live?"
"That's a possibility."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that we don't know. She might live and if she does, that's a miracle."
"Well aren't you going to do something?"
"There is nothing we can do at this moment. I mean we stopped the bleeding but at this point it's all how she handles it. For the next 24 hours it's all up to her and probably the guy upstairs."
"This can't be!" Peter exclaimed
"I know, but faith decided to throw us a curve ball. The driver wasn't drunk, what happened on that road was a freak accident."
"But it had to be her. Out of the billions of people in the world it had to be her."
Hobbs took a beath. "You know if you need to speak to your aunt she's right outside."
Peter shook his head. "I need sometime to be alone with her."
"That's fine." Hobbs said as he picked himself up and headed for the door. "Take all the time you need. But remember there's someone else grieving for her right outside." Hobbs walked out once again leaving Peter alone with Mary Jane.
He thought long and hard about the situation in front of him. He wished he could do something, anything to help Mary Jane. When suddenly the idea came to him. It was crazy but he couldn't let Mary Jane die.
Peter remembered that Reed Richards say that the symbiote he had could heal a person when it first bonds to a person. But he wasn't sure if the symbiote would bond to Mary Jane and if so what results could come from it. Either way, it was better than letting her die.
He walked out of the room and saw Aunt May still comforting Aunt Anna Watson. Peter quickly went down to the hospital gift shop and purchased a pair of nail scissors and a pair of tweezers. Peter rushed back to the room and went into the small bathroom that adjoined the room.
He went inside, turned the light on and closed the door. He looked at himself in the mirror and then did his best to concentrate. He wanted a part of the symbiote to come out and then allow him to take a piece of it.
His left arm began to be enveloped by the symbiote leaving covered in a black sleeve. He grabbed a piece of it on his forearm and with a quick motion he snipped a piece of the costume off. He put the piece of costume into the sink. Peter watched the symbiote replace the missing piece with a whole new section. Showing as if nothing had touched his arm.
Peter took the tweezers and picked up the piece of symbiote, it wiggled and absorbed the light off its inky surface. This was his final moment and Peter was going to do what he set out to do. On his own with no pressure from anyone or anything.
He opened the door and looked at Mary Jane. There was no one around as he walked closer and closer to her bedside. Peter noticed a bare patch of skin on her right arm. This was perfect to put piece of symbiote on to, as it could be absorbed by the skin.
He held the tweezers high and then with a silent prayer, Peter laid the symbiote onto Mary Jane's arm. He watched as the symbiote twitched and wiggle and then sink into her skin.
This was it. Now all he could do was wait and hope that his idea would work.
To Be Continued