I was sitting in my room around 8 pm when I spotted Peter on the fire escape. He was gasping for breath and looked like he was about to collapse. I pulled the window up and pulled him in. "Oh my goodness! Peter ,what happened?" I grabbed the first aid kit I keep under my bed for when Peter comes in from his Spiderman duties."There was...a fire... a boy and ...his mother were trapped on the top...floor." Peter kept gasping for breath and coughing so I went into the kitchen ,poured him a glass of water and grabbed a damp cloth. I helped him on to the bed. I could see Peter's raw flesh through his ripped suit. I started to cry. My brave hero looked like he was so much pain. Peter closed his eyes.
" No Pete, you need to stay awake." I wiped my wet eyes on my sleeve and started dabbing Peter's chest. He gasped.
"Gwen? Don't cry...I'm fi-AHHH." He was in agony. I wiped all the blood from around the wounds and bandaged up where I could.
"Your not fine. You need to rest. Uh...your staying here the night and that is final. My mom took the boys to Pennsylvania to see my grandma. They're back tomorrow night ,so your staying here." I grabbed my phone from the night stand and handed it to Peter. "Your ringing May." With great effort Peter took the phone and dialed May's number. He held the phone to his ear.
"Hey Aunt May...listen,I'm staying at Gwen's house tonight, her family have gone to Penn," he tried his hardest to put an 'I'm okay' voice on "...yeah I'll be home for dinner tomorrow...bye." Peter hung up.
"Do want some hot chocolate?" I asked him.
"With whipped cream...sprinkles...and marshmellows." Peter struggled to sit up and pulled off what was left of his red and blue suit releasing his scorched chest.
"Well ,I'm happy to know your okay .Your still the big 10-year-old you always are." Peter attempted a cheeky grin. I disappeared into the kitchen. I placed my elbows on the counter and broke down into hot fresh tears. I hated seeing Peter so hurt.

"Here is your heisse Schokolade." Peter looked confused. I placed the hot chocolate on the nightstand next to the water. "It's German for hot chocolate."
"oh...of course it is." I pulled the covers back on my bed and climbed in with Peter. I carefully put my arm on his chest and hugged him lightly. "I'm sorry." Peter whispered in my ear.
"What for? Have I made a bad hot cocoa?"
"No, it's lovely thanks. I'm sorry about this." He looked down at his bruises and burns.
"Your sorry you're a hero?" I said softly.
"I'm sorry I've worried you." Peter kissed my forehead then rested his chin on the top of my head.
"Well don't be. I love you of course I'm going to worry about you." I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my life without Peter...I couldn't. It was impossible."I can't imagine my life without you ,Spiderman."
"Shhhh. My mask is off. Someone might be spying on us." He muttered sarcastically. I smiled. Even when Peter is battered and bruised he's still able to keep up that sweet sarcasm of his. I reached across to my desk and switched the lamp off so me and Peter were in complete darkness. Peter kissed me unexpectedly. He kissed my hard. I took his face in my hands and kissed him back. I felt his hand on my hip making its way towards the bottom of my back. He rested his hand underneath the zip of my skirt. "Pete?" I pulled away for a second before kissing him again. I placed my hand on his stomach. Peter flinched so i rested it on his collarbone. "Pete ,we can't do this now."
"Why not?" He mumbled under his breath.
"Because you're in too much pain." I pulled myself away from him. All I wanted was to dive back in again. " Get some sleep, trust me, you deserve a rest." Peter shut his eyes. I fell asleep not long after.