well, noone asked, but in case anyone wondered, he didnt realize he was in any danger because he mistook his spider sense for vivid fear for needles. not like you care. @@ tobey runs, as he got out of his chair.@@
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squished
When Peter made it home, he was surprised to find Aunt May and Mary Jane sitting in the living room.
"Hi everybody, what'er you all doing here?"
Aunt May was taken back by the way he looked. He looked like he was about to keel over, but he was full of energy, like he always was.
"peter, you look terrible!!"
In his usual, laid-back, cheerful tone, he replied, "I do?"
Mj walked up to peter to look for herself. Her green eyes examined him from head to toe. she nothed three things. One: he hadn't hunched in a while, and two: he was white as a ghost. but it was three that was the weirdest: his eyes were sunken, but the eyes themselves were still....well....Peter. it was like he was sick, but he hadn't noticed. "peter, you really dont look well."
"well, I feel okay."
"Peter, you need a nap." Aunt May added, with a hint of worry.
peter looked at his aunt, and with her being that worried, he gave in and went upstairs to sleep.
"aunt may, I don't think he realizes he's sick."
"land sakes, Mary Jane! the boy looks like he's on his death bed, how could he not notice?!"
of course, peter wasn't quite asleep yet, so he heard that.
"my 'DEATH BED'?" he was instantly at the mirror. "my god."
Under his eyes, there were the biggest circles. the biggest he'd seen in years, and it looked like someone threw a bucket of white paint on him. he figured a nap would acctually do him good, so he flopped in bed and shut his eyes.
4 hours later, he got up with a headache. after literally falling out of bed, he went to the mirror, and not only was he still sick looking, everything was ten times worse, and he felt it now.
he trudged down the stairs. "Aunt May...." he moaned softly. he stumbled down the stairs, and finally fell down the final four steps. noticing no one heard him, he again sighed a very quiet 'aunt may', and he even tried to call for mary jane, even though she left 3 hours ago. he took a deep breath and screamed. "AUNT MAYYYYYYYY!!"
this jolted aunt may out of her sleep, and in the 8:00 dark of the room, she could make out a figure curled up at the bottom of the stairs. she heard a small, helpless groan from the lump on the floor. it registered as Peter.
"peter!! PETER!!" she shook his body violently, but other than her trembling hand shaking him, he was motionless.
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at this exact moment, this is all I have done. he isn't dead yet. I havent got enough reviews and opinions to decide. so, i need reviews to finish this. right tobey? tobey...? NOOOOOOOOOOO (doc roz makes a return next chapter!)
BE THE GRIM REAPER!! BE GOD!! REVIEW!!^^
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squished
When Peter made it home, he was surprised to find Aunt May and Mary Jane sitting in the living room.
"Hi everybody, what'er you all doing here?"
Aunt May was taken back by the way he looked. He looked like he was about to keel over, but he was full of energy, like he always was.
"peter, you look terrible!!"
In his usual, laid-back, cheerful tone, he replied, "I do?"
Mj walked up to peter to look for herself. Her green eyes examined him from head to toe. she nothed three things. One: he hadn't hunched in a while, and two: he was white as a ghost. but it was three that was the weirdest: his eyes were sunken, but the eyes themselves were still....well....Peter. it was like he was sick, but he hadn't noticed. "peter, you really dont look well."
"well, I feel okay."
"Peter, you need a nap." Aunt May added, with a hint of worry.
peter looked at his aunt, and with her being that worried, he gave in and went upstairs to sleep.
"aunt may, I don't think he realizes he's sick."
"land sakes, Mary Jane! the boy looks like he's on his death bed, how could he not notice?!"
of course, peter wasn't quite asleep yet, so he heard that.
"my 'DEATH BED'?" he was instantly at the mirror. "my god."
Under his eyes, there were the biggest circles. the biggest he'd seen in years, and it looked like someone threw a bucket of white paint on him. he figured a nap would acctually do him good, so he flopped in bed and shut his eyes.
4 hours later, he got up with a headache. after literally falling out of bed, he went to the mirror, and not only was he still sick looking, everything was ten times worse, and he felt it now.
he trudged down the stairs. "Aunt May...." he moaned softly. he stumbled down the stairs, and finally fell down the final four steps. noticing no one heard him, he again sighed a very quiet 'aunt may', and he even tried to call for mary jane, even though she left 3 hours ago. he took a deep breath and screamed. "AUNT MAYYYYYYYY!!"
this jolted aunt may out of her sleep, and in the 8:00 dark of the room, she could make out a figure curled up at the bottom of the stairs. she heard a small, helpless groan from the lump on the floor. it registered as Peter.
"peter!! PETER!!" she shook his body violently, but other than her trembling hand shaking him, he was motionless.
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at this exact moment, this is all I have done. he isn't dead yet. I havent got enough reviews and opinions to decide. so, i need reviews to finish this. right tobey? tobey...? NOOOOOOOOOOO (doc roz makes a return next chapter!)
BE THE GRIM REAPER!! BE GOD!! REVIEW!!^^
