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It hadn't even lasted a minute but Peter seizing would be forever burned into Tony Starks mind. Twenty minutes later (it felt like hours later) Tony was in a chair holding Peters hand as his vitals finally became stable enough to situate a catheter and run tests on his blood and urine.
Peter stayed asleep for the day, and the night, and the next two days...finally, he woke up.
He woke up in a panicked haze, "mr...s...tark?" Peter coughed, his mouth was dry and his tongue felt like sand paper.
"Peter? Thank God, hey kid, let's get you a drink."
Peter was confused as a straw was brought to his lips, "I got it." Peter raised his arm to the cup with a lot more effort then he expected he would need. His hand shook violently, Tony did not even entertain the attempt at holding the damned cup.
"Please just let me- here."
Peter finally allowed Tony to bring the straw to his lips once more and took a big gulp of water- he ended up choking and gagging it all back up.
"Pete! Try drinking it slower, ok?"
And so, with practiced self control, Peter took a few slow sips and sighed in relief at the liquid soothing his throat
He laid there in confusion, thoughts sifting in and out of his mind in a muddled frenzy of confusion. "M...ister Stark, w-what happened?" Peter was confused at why he couldn't talk right, like it was hard to focus on one sentence, other thoughts trying to take over his speech.
"I'll tell you what happened, you overdosed! AND got drunk, and let's not forget, you did all this on a rooftop where you could have fallen or been seen! You had a seizure, have been in a comatose state for two days straight- your aunt May has been in and out- you just missed her going back in for a double. You have a catheter because the medication you took affected your nervous system badly and has since affected your speech, movement and bowls."
Peter blinked, his mind tried its hardest to take that information and make something out of it, to apologize or try to explain itself- to no avail. He knew he should have been slightly embarrassed but...forgot why immediately after the emotion came over him. Strange.
"Rest Peter. It's ok, you look exhausted, hopefully you will have a little more control once you wake up."
Peter could only nod as his confusion and overall dizziness sent him back to sleep.
The next time he woke aunt May was at his bedside sound asleep, as soon as he woke his heart monitor went up a bit more- alerting May.
"Peter? Oh God, Peter, how do you feel?"
Peter took in the question carefully, "I feel better...can talk and focus better..." he tried moving his hands towards the cup in front of him- this time he was less shaky getting to the cup but as he tried to lift it, it shook until May caught it before it fell.
"It's going to take a while for your body to get back to normal- you're lucky...lucky Stark found you when he did. Do you understand what could have happened? I-no...no you just woke up, I'm not going to lecture now- but soon. I'm going to bring you about two weeks worth of clothes, I've already called the school so you have two weeks to recover and just...rest."
Peter grew confused, two weeks? He knew he would be better in less time than that. "What...do you mean you are bringing clothes?"
May gave him a sad look, almost pitying, "I need you to stay with Mr. Stark in the tower upstate for a little while. Please- with all the shifts I work and this happening, I can't watch over you like he can. So for now...please Peter, stay with Mr. Stark."
Peter nodded slowly, trying to grasp what she was asking, his mind still fuzzy. "Ok aunt May..."
May smiled sadly, "thank you, I will be back tomorrow with clothes- the school is going to be emailing your class work to you so I'll bring your laptop, do you need anything else?"
Peter looked down, a bit embarrassed as he reached out his shaking arms, May did not hesitate to give him the most careful but biggest hug she had given in her life.
"I love you Peter...things are going to be ok."
Peter nodded, still not realizing that they knew he hadn't just been trying to get away and let loose- he had been trying to commit suicide.
The thought came to him slowly as Bruce walked in with a clip board, he shut the door to the glass room, and sat down across from Peter. "Hey Peter, how are you feeling today? You already look a lot better, you scared us."
Peter sighed looking down at his hands as he fumbled with the heated blanket on him. "I...didn't mean to- I mean, I did but I didn't! I- it's stupid now but that night I just felt...bad."
Bruce wrote some of what he said down on paper, "what brought all this on? I know Tony seems to think it's because of him and taking the suit away."
Peter shook his head, "no...it was all already bad-" he shut up as he looked up in fear, he was not doing this. He was NOT opening up like this. No one cares. No one was going to care.
"I see...well while you stay upstate I would like you to see my friend- she is a psychiatrist, she can prescribe you medication if she feels you need it- and she can match you up with one of her therapists. Will you give it a try while you stay?"
Peter shrugged, "something tells me I don't have much of a choice."
Bruce sighed as he got up, opening the door for Tony as he came in, "it won't be as bad as you think! Promise."
And so, he left, satisfied with Peters vitals and improved status. Leaving Tony with Peter now, Peter noticed quickly that no one was leaving him alone in this room.
"You know I have to ask- and I know you have heard enough of this bullshit today but- why? You have so much going for you-"
Peter laughed a bit too loudly, the effects of the medication made his head fizz over and a manic like state took effect, "Mr. Stark I don't know if you have noticed but I'm a loser...My grades are trash, I almost killed hundreds of people, I just- I don't see a future. I can't imagine life past 15."
Tony's heart broke a bit, he had protect this kid at all cost- the worst part? He had bad news he was supposed to be telling Peter. How a passenger died on the ferry, he had fallen in to the massive divide as Peter was trying to hold the ship together. The teen drowned tragically. A 17 year old boy- lost forever.
How the hell he was supposed to bring that up to an already suicidal Peter Parker was lost on him but he decided now wasn't that time.
So he made small talk, comforted Peter, apologized that he took the suit away. "It was a bad call- and to be honest I regretted it when I flew off with your suit. You looked so pathetic in those pjs, walking the streets back to your apartment. I was just so scared and angry- I couldn't think straight. Not like I can now. I want to train you- maybe we can do that while you stay here, make it a weekly thing afterwards?"
Peter beamed, "s-seriously?! Mr Stark I- yes. I want to get better at being a hero for this city...it gives my life purpose...and I know I have to work on that. I know eventually I have to find more to live for then that but for right now...I think it will help."
Tony smiled, the kid was so self aware sometimes for a 15 year old, he forgot the trauma Peter had gone through with his uncle Ben and basically living paycheck to paycheck- Tony would fix that soon too.
For now...he was going to fix Peter, the only problem was breaking the news to him and building him up from there.
But for today, for the moment, he just enjoyed Peters broken up smile. He knew the kid was hurting- he knew the kid was going to hurt more but for now, a slightly content Peter was a much needed break.
The next few days were spent letting Peter re-cooperate his strength. He didn't ask for his phone or ask to watch TV- he was too preoccupied with Tony staying with him most days and Aunt May staying with him most nights. It was nice.
It was even better when he finally got the ok to leave the hospital room, take a shower and get normal clothes on. He still had routine check ups throughout the day but other then that he was free of the medical drama- psychically anyways.
He had the weekend for free time- then therapy would hit pretty hard for the next two weeks until he went back to school and didn't go as often to therapy.
He was honestly kind of excited about it! To finally understand all the darkness his brain muddled up and maybe even learn how to fight it off so he could be a better person from it and maybe even see the value in life again.
It was when he was in the living room on his laptop when he saw it, Tony was in the lab- and his vitals and lunch weren't due for another hour...he clicked on the google suggested news footage of the ferry incident that occurred days prior.
"Teen Tragically Dies in Freak Ferry Disaster"
Shit is abut to hit the fan folks, stay tuned!