T he daylight slowly crept into the room, as Gwen slowly opened her eyes.
The lack of sleep that she got was from the uncomfortable bed, and also the thoughts that kept on swarming her head every night.
Every night she thought, that it could be the last time Peter is alive. She can't sleep knowing that he might not be okay.
The monitors and the sound of the ventilators fell in perfect harmony with each other, both indicating that he was still alive.
The light shifted to peters face, as it glared on his eyes, and his skin. The tube in his mouth, almost became iridescent in the sunlight.
She sat up from the bed, and crouched down by where Peter was.
She had seen him in the same state for three days, and she had almost gotten used to it.
Sometimes reality was harder to face than others, but this morning it really hit her that he was still hurt.
She placed her hand near the top of his head. And began to slightly stroke the hair back and forth.
"Hey, Peter." She whispered, "it's been a long time since I've heard your voice, and I really miss you, okay. Please heal fast, please, I need you." She pleaded
She had heard his voice, but she wanted to hear it in person, not in her dreams or having it haunt her as it echoed through her ears.
"New York, may need Spiderman back, but Peter, I need you. Okay?"
She moved her hands, to his hand, a new clutched it. He felt warmer and his skin was less pale, but he still wasn't awake. He still wasn't off the vent. They were right, that it would take a while for him to get better.
The door clocked open, as may walked in carrying a bag, and a few boxes.
She noticed gwen, sitting by peters bedside, with tears streaming down her face.
"You alright?" She asked gwen with concern.
Gwen quickly looked up to may, and nodded. "Mhm. Just getting lost in my thoughts." She softly spoke, as her voice was croaky from the tears.
"I totally understand." May responded, as she walked over and set the bag on the bed in front of Gwen.
"What's this?" Gwen pondered, as she looked at the bag closely
"Open it." May insisted, as Gwen nodded and reached to open the bag.
Her eyes bugged as she saw the hundreds of cards in there.
"What are these?" Gwen asked in disbelief
"It's cards that people have written for Peter." May responded, as a smile came across both their faces.
Gwen reached in, and pulled a card out.
It had a drawing of Spider-Man, with a heart surrounding him.
Gwen smiled, as she opened it.
Inside the card had a sweet message, that read, "Peter, or Spiderman, please get well soon. You're my hero, and we all need you."
Gwen sighed sadly, as she realized how much people love and look up to Peter.
She handed it to May, who read it, and let tears fall from her eyes.
May only smiled brokenly, before she walked over and placed her hand on Peter's forehead.
"All the other cards, are just like that one." Gwen announced, as mag smiled down at Peter.
Peter's mind floated and drifted. He couldn't tell where he was, but he could hear the people around him.
"The town really needs you Peter." One of the voices said, as he slowly recognized it.
It was his aunt.
"We all need you." The other voice pleaded.
He could also recognize that voice, it was Gwen.
"Everyone wrote you cards, everyone needs you, so you come back to us, okay." May begged.
I'm right here, he thought. Why do the need me back, I'm right here.
"When can they take the tube out?" Gwen asked
What tube? I can't feel a tube, what tube. I can't feel anything, besides the touch of his aunt's hands on his forehead, and Gwen's on his hand. He couldn't talk or more his eyelids, or do anything. People that he loved were right next to him, and he couldn't tell him how much he missed them, or tell them that he loved them. He couldn't do anything. He felt May's hand slip from his forehead.
The touch was gone, and now he was alone, and lost in his own mind.
He used all his strength to try and more his fingers.
Gwen felt his fingers slightly twitch.
She gasped, as may looked to her.
"His fingers just moved." Gwen announced, as may stepped over to the bedside.
"Peter, honey, can you hear us?" She asked.
There was no response.
"He probably just went in and out consciousness, for a moment." May said softly.
Peter had been there, but they didn't know. And it slowly started to pain Peter's soul, and broke his heart, knowing that even though he tried, his injuries took control of his interactions.
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