After pushing his way through the front doors, Harry frantically jogged through the lobby of Shield's Medical bay.
"Madam?" Speaking frantically, Harry caught the attention of the woman working front desk, "Yes, hi. I got a call about Peter Parker-"
"Down that hallway, to the right," the shield employee interrupted, gesturing to the double doors across from her station.
"Thanks," Harry muttered before taking off at a sprint towards the entrance way.
Thankfully Harry had been on a break when his cell rang, informing him that Peter had been injured, and that he should report to shield med immediately. The woman on the opposite end of the phone seemed calm, but wasn't that her job? Not alarm the family, right? For all he knew Peter could be dying-
He ended that thought as quickly as it surfaced. Peter had probably just swung into a wall busted his face. They could deal with a broken nose. Hell, Harry could deal with anything as long as Peter was still with him.
Stopping at the door, Harry peered through the glass window, catching Peter's eyes as soon as he recognized his boyfriend sitting shirtless on the side of a hospital bed, arm held out by what he assumed to be the physician.
He briefly saw Peter stare disbelievingly in his direction, and then accusingly at the doctor before he stormed in the room.
"Peter Benjamin Parker, I swear if I get another call from shield med you better be absolutely incapable of calling me yourself," Harry said shakily, somewhat comforted that Peter didn't seem in any immediate danger.
"I promise I was going to call after they popped my shoulder back into place," Peter said apologetically, looking to his Doctor for some sort of explanation.
The woman in front of him was probably in her mid-thirties, brown hair tied up messily. She was still examining Peter's shoulder, which Harry now noticed, was a putrid shade of blue and black. After a moment she turned to look at Harry.
"I called you in. I'm Doctor Wilson," she reached out to shake Harry's hand. "Sorry for the scare, but you were his emergency contact, and despite Mr. Parker's hesitance to bother you, I assumed you'd want to be here." Harry liked her already. "His shoulder is pretty severely dislocated, and his wrist is broken, which is going to make the reduction more difficult," then moving to address Peter, "Basically meaning; this is gonna hurt like a bitch. You'll want him here."
"God, Peter. What happened?" Harry sat down beside him on the bed carefully, concern laced in his voice.
"I might have tried to play ultimate frisbee with Rhino?" Peter smiled, trying for a bit of humor, "But the frisbee may have been a manhole cover. Which was poorly planned on his part because I'm wonderful at frisbee," Harry gave a questioning look. "Cap' taught me everything I know!"
"I'm sure that's why you ended up in a hospital bed?" Harry said softly trying to hide a smile, gently lacing his fingers in between Peter's functioning ones.
"Well he obviously didn't play fair," Peter huffed, looking offended.
Doctor Wilson coughed, regaining their attention.
"I'm going to get the anesthetic after your x-rays come back. Your anesthesia ratios should be on file, and if not I'll get them transferred here," She stood to leave, "Shouldn't take long either way. I'll be back in about ten minutes to pop your shoulder back into place." She smiled reassuringly and then turned; exiting though the door Harry had arrived
through.
Peter grimaced at the reminder, gripping Harry's hand tighter.
"I hate hospitals," Peter said quietly.
While it was comforting to know shield would calculate the correct dosage for those with special metabolisms, Peter's discomfort around hospital environments was still deeply rooted. The best thing about being part of the Avenger's initiative was the surplus of individuals that were wary of medical situations, resulting in only the most trustworthy staff. Still, Harry could understand Peter's unease.
"I know, babe," Harry finally answered, lightly stroking his thumb across the back of Peter's own. He gestured to Harry's injured arm, "Does it hurt right now?"
"She has me on localized anesthetics, but I'm looking forward to the heavier stuff," Peter sighed, moving carefully to rest his forehead against Harry's shoulder. Harry reached up with his free hand to run his fingers though the hero's hair in attempt to comfort him.
They stayed in comfortable silence until Harry's doctor returned, a younger male nurse following beside her, carrying a cart of medical equipment.
After greeting them again, and explaining what the next few minutes would entail, Doctor Wilson grabbed an IV kit and started Peter on the heavier meds and muscle relaxants.
After a few moments, letting the drugs take effect, Peter was set up, and his arm was positioned.
"You're probably going to want to hold his hand for this," Wilson looked to Harry, only continuing when he'd grabbed a hold of Peter's hand and confirmed he was ready. She looked to Peter, "Alright, even with the meds this is going to hurt, but it'll hurt less if you stay relaxed. I'll make it quick, and Harry will be here for you the whole time," She paused, giving Peter time to let her words sink in.
"The difficult part will be to move as little as possible so you don't further injure your wrist, ok?"
"Ok, ready" Peter breathed, then nodded.
"Alright, on three. One, two-" Earlier than expected, Pete's arm was jerked and then pulled into place.
"Fuck," Peter swore loudly, followed but the most heart wrenching whimper Harry had ever heard him produce. Harry's grip on Peter's had tightened, quick to murmur comforting words to his boyfriend.
After the initial shock had worn off, Peter seemed to lose the tightness in his posture, finally starting to relax now that his shoulder was in place. Harry sighed in relief, and Peter rested his cheek against the smaller males own shoulder.
"That was great," Doctor Wilson probed the bruising, and checked his range of movement. "We'll get another set of x-rays to make sure everything is situated, but judging by the outward appearance, your shoulder should be fine. Most discomfort will be from your wrist now. I'll get a brace and your sling, and after that you're free to go."
"How long before I can, ya know," Peter gestured vaguely to the ceiling waving his good hand clumsily. Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing. The anesthetics were clearly working.
"Brace and sling for a day or two, two preferably but I know that's not going to happen." Harry silently agreed, knowing Peter too well for that. "No swinging atop buildings for at least four days," Peter's faced turned sour. "If you don't give your ligaments and tendons a chance to tighten up, which I'm sure they will with your healing ability, it'll be easier for this to happen again. Four days. No argument," Doctor Wilson said sternly and then looked to Harry for confirmation. After seeing what she needed from the smaller male, Wilson began setting Peter's wrist in the brace.
"What are you talking about? I'm never letting him leave the house again," Harry chided, and Doctor Wilson chuckled moving to reach for the sling.
"Haaaaare," Peter whined, more slurred than normal, snuggling his face further into Harry's neck.
"You're grounded. Forever," Harry teased, running his hand up and down Peter's back. He reached for the shirt the nurse offered him, helping Peter into it before his arm was placed in the sling.
Doctor Wilson stood, and handed Harry a piece of paper, "This is a prescription for painkillers. A lot of the suits don't use them, but I like to be safe. His healing will be accelerated, which could make the process more uncomfortable. If he seems to be nursing his wrist after the second day, bring him here. No matter what he says, you wouldn't be the first to drag a significant other across the med bay."
"No problems there," Harry chuckled. "No offence, but I hope I won't be seeing you around."
"None taken, and you as well," she smiled, then gestured to her nurse, "Eli will take you up to radiology, and we'll call you back in if I see anything worth worrying about. Have a good night." Doctor Wilson exited, leaving down the hallway.
By the time the x-rays were finished, and Harry had loaded Peter into a cab, the taller brunet was dead on his feet, slumped against his lover for a large duration of the ride home.
Ten minutes into the ride Peter spoke up, startling Harry, assuming Peter had fallen asleep.
"What am I gonna tell people in my classes?" Peter whispered seeming very concerned.
"What you always tell them," Harry smirked, "That you're ridiculously clumsy with terrible balance." Harry smiled brightly, hugging Peter closer. "Besides, you'll be out of your sling before you go back to any classes. We're having a shut in weekend. There will be an absurd amount of pizza from that place on 44th, pain killers for you and my father's wine cellar for me," Peter gave him a goofy smile for that.
"You're the best," Peter hummed, and Harry's heart melted.
"Yeah, well not all of us save small animals from tall buildings," Laying a small kiss on Peter's forehead, "We have to impress our boyfriends the normal way."
"I looooooove you, Hare," The taller boy murmured, again cuddling up to Harry's side.
"I love you, too, you big dork," He whispered, ruffling Peter's hair.
