Harris walked me up to Peter's apartment door.

"Thank you so much Harris I had a wonderful night," I said looking into his eyes.

He looked into my eyes and said, "I had a wonderful night too. You looked so beautiful tonight." And before we knew it we were kissing each other. It was the best kiss I ever had. It made my knee's feel weak. We started to kiss again but we were interrupted by a thump inside the apartment.

"That's just Peter. I better go inside he's probably been waiting up for me."

We started the share another kiss but we were interrupted by another sound, but this time it was glass.

"Are you sure Peter's home?" Harris asked afraid that it was a burglar.

"Let me open the door," I said concerned.

I opened the door and saw the window was open and Peter on the floor. I had to stop my first instincts of shouting but Harris couldn't know Peter's secret, so I shut the door before Harris could look inside and I stood in front of it.

"Oh Peter just broke a mug and he's cleaning it up. I'll see ya tomorrow at work. Bye," I said quickly.

"Bye," Harris said in a tone knowing something was weird.

Once I saw him make his way down the stairs, I ran inside to see Peter with his mask still on trying to get up. But all he did was knock everything off the counter.

I ran to his side catching him but sort of dropping him because I couldn't hold his weight.

I laid him down gently on the floor and took off his mask.

"What happened to you Peter!"

"The Goblin," he said weakly grabbing his stab wound.

"I'm going to go get help."

He grabbed my wrist, "NO DON'T!"

"It'll be ok," I tried to sound calm as I put my hand on his forehead.

"I can't take the chance of someone else knowing my secret."

"Please Peter, you might die!" I said with watery eyes. But he had no choice because he passed out. I got up and ran, hoping that I could catch Harris. I pushed and shoved my way through people on the sidewalk.

"HARRIS! HARRIS!" I finally spotted him. "HARRIS! HARRIS!" He stopped and looked at me with a concerned face. I tripped on the pavement and he caught me.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he held me up.

"It's Peter. You have to come," I said distressed.

We ran back to the apartment and Peter was right where I left him.

"He's….He's Spider-Man!"

"Ssshhhhh! Some one might hear you. You have to help him."

"Is there any medical supplies?" he asked.

Peter started to come to again and he heard Harris's question, "A big box in the closet."

I ran over to the closet and got them.

"Eileen," Peter said weakly, "call MJ and tell her to come over here. Harry might be after her. Tell her not to talk to Harry at all and just come straight here."

I grabbed the telephone as Harris started to work on Peter and ask him medical questions. The phone was ringing, "Hello MJ?"

"Oh hi Eileen how was," I cut her off.

"You have to come to Peter's apartment. Whatever you do, don't talk to Harry. Just come as quick as you can."

"Ok…what's wrong? Is Peter hurt?"

"Yes come quickly."

When I came back he was passed out again.

"Eileen, get me some towels, sheets, and warm water."

I ran to get all of the supplies demanded. "Now help me get him on his bed."

We picked him up gently making sure not to hurt him anymore and put him on his bed.