Jasmine can feel the rapid heartbeat thumping against her ears, and tried to purr in comfort for him, hearing his lungs taking deep breaths, and barely heard a knock on the door, "Peter, Peter, can I come in?", and Jasmine licked Peter's cheek, meowing.
Peter opened his eyes weakly, not wanting to have his aunt and uncle see him die like this, especially after they lost Ben's brother and sister-in-law in Peter's parents, attempted to call out, "Put the tray in...I can eat, but I ain't hungry to eat for now...", not realizing that his words are getting fumbled, his mind getting so tired and fuzzy to think.
"You sure?", May asked as Peter managed to get his head straight for a moment. "Yeah... just getting a few minutes of rest... I'll eat in a bit.", Peter told her as May opened the door and placed the tray down for him.
"Feel free to call for us if you need anything else, Peter...", May said as Peter gave a small nod. "Will do, Aunt May...", Peter told her as she closed the door once more and he leaned back in his bed once more.
Jasmine mewed as Peter shivered and moaned in pain, taking deep breaths, his clothes getting sticky from the sweat, and Jasmine took a strand of hair in her mouth, tugging it, and Peter blinked at her, "Okay, okay, I'll try to eat, Princess.".
He scarcely moved to the dresser next to his bed, reaching to eat a few bites of food before drinking some orange juice, and then ate a bit more before his stomach turned on him, "Oh, shit, Princess, the can!", and Jasmine leaped over, pushing the garbage can to Peter, and he keeled over the edge of the bed, and threw up.
Peter vomited hard and was fairly certain he lost everything up to what he ate last night with how much he puked out there. "Fuck...", Peter swore as he just felt even worse there. "So much for a good meal there...".
He closed his eyelids tight as he leaned back on the bed once more, trying to stay stable. Peter suddenly felt the urge to check his bite... just to see if his hand was about to fall off or something as he pulled off the bandage that he had been covering it with.
Jasmine leaped back up, sniffing and meowing in concern and confusion as Peter looked at the bite, "Shit, still red...", and Jasmine came closer, sniffing, seeing the swelling redness of two obvious bite holes in the top of Peter's hand, deep into the veins, and hissed in worry.
"I know, Princess, it looks like crap...It burns from the air...", Peter groaned, feeling so dirty, sweaty, hot and cold..."I'm scared, Princess...Please don't get Aunt May or Uncle Ben...I don't want to give them a heart attack...".
Jasmine mewed, licking his cheek, purring and frowning, realizing that he needs to get out of those soaked clothes. He can't catch hypothermia on top of this...she knew she always left the bedroom when Peter is changing in there and all in case if he wasn't using the bathroom at times, but this is an emergency.
Jasmine mewed sharply as she tugged at Peter's jacket, and Peter blearily looked at Jasmine's cat shape, "You sure, Princess?", and Jasmine gave an insistent meow.
"Alright then... hopefully I can be able to get all this off without killing myself with pain...", Peter groaned as he slowly started to strip out of most of his clothes, getting them off alright albeit a bit slowly.
Jasmine then meowed softly, her tail pointing to the orange juice cup, and Peter moaned in pain, "I can't keep food down, what does make you think I could keep orange juice down?", and Jasmine gave a sharp hiss in annoyance yet insistence.
"Okay, okay, Princess...Jeez, you sure are like a stubborn nurse...", Peter softly commented, and shakily moved over to the dresser again, raising his arms to support himself as he reached for the cup, and went to drink it slowly.
Gratefully, out of a miracle, he kept the juice down, and Jasmine purred in relief as he isn't dehydrated, and Peter moved back to drop back into the sheets, shivering and heating up at the same time, closing his eyes, falling asleep into a uneasy sleep, and Jasmine kept an eye on him for the next couple of hours before Peter gave a strangled cry of pain as the first change came.
Jasmine can hear bones breaking and rebreaking, and she widened her eyes in fear and worry, frantically trying to think of something, realizing that Peter ordered her not to get Aunt May and Uncle Ben out of the thought that he doesn't want to die in agony in front of the only family members left, and stubbornly, desperately sent a yowl-mental message combo to Jean, hoping that she isn't busy with Gwen as it is long before their curfew time to be home and all.
Jean and Gwen were getting started with things and thankfully, the two of them hadn't really started anything yet by the time Jasmine's message hit Jean.
"Ah, shit...", Jean cursed as Gwen looked at her. "What's wrong?", she asked as Jean sighed, "Jasmine needs us, Peter's getting worse...".
Gwen sighed, "And I was getting used to be naughty in this car. Alright, at least we got our shirts to get back on ourselves, and I can fly us there.", grabbing her shirt and putting it back on.
Jean nodded, putting her shirt back on, and they got out of the car, with Jean locking it up tight, with her holding into Gwen's back as Gwen picked up the car like it was only a miniature, and flew up fast and high, and then straight, landing in the shadows between the streetlights, grateful that the houses are all dark.
Gwen and Jean then flew over to Peter's window, and tapped on it to grab Jasmine's attention, and she nodded, meowing to give permission, "Get in.", and Jean telepathically opened the window, and Gwen flew in, with Jean closing it after them.
"Crap, his bones are rebreaking and growing and realigning. He's in so much pain.", Gwen replied, and Jean replied, "And his mind is so foggy and hard to find a single thought.".
Jasmine asked in worry, "What are we gonna do?", and Jean thought quickly before replying, "We gotta put him in a very warm bath to alleviate the pain of the bones.", as she checked the rest of the house, and saw that Ben and May is asleep, with some troublesome dreams of worrying about Peter, and Jean went to smoothen those dreams down, seeing that the couple is now better, and a bit deeper in sleeping.
"Okay, May and Ben are asleep. We gotta do this.", Jean replied, and Gwen exhaled, "This isn't the night I was going for, but friends come first before anything else in emergencies like this.", moving to help pick up Peter, "Jesus, he's burning up and freezing at the same time, and he's somehow lighter than I thought.", as Jean helped kept his upper body up.
"Uhm... I'm no doctor... but the whole breaking bones and such... that's not normal of a bite, is it?", Jasmine asked as Jean nodded. "Not in the slightest... this is more than some sort of allergic reaction.", Jean said.
"Looks like I may have been right about that mutant suggestion...", Gwen admitted. "If he doesn't die on us first!", Jasmine fretted worriedly.
Jean reassured Jasmine, "He won't, Jasmine. But we gotta do the best we can to help him.", and Gwen nodded, heading to the bathroom, with Jean heading to the bathtub, turning on the knobs, plugging the bottom cap, the water quickly filling up as she checked the temperature, "Okay, put him in.".
"He's going to complain about his boxers...", Gwen admitted as Jean rolled her eyes. "Then let him, I think he'd rather have wet underwear then us seeing his... 'organ'.", Jean said as Gwen nodded.
"True... he'd probably have a heart attack in that case.", Gwen then gently placed him into the bath. Gwen replied, "Okay, the pain of the bones rebreaking and realigning, it's slowing down, but still going.", as Peter sighed unconsciously in relief, and Jean exhaled, "Good, the heat of the water is helping. We better keep him in until he wrinkles up.".
Jasmine looked relieved as she had leaped into the closed toilet seat, sitting and flicking her tail, "Thank goodness...", and the process of the bones in Peter's body kept going for several minutes before it finished, and then the second change came.
Peter's body became boiling hot as he gave another strangled cry of pain, feeling his muscles, fat, skin expanding and changing, and Jean gasped, "Shit! He's getting supercharged! Take him out, Gwen, so we can change the water to ice water!".
"Right!", Gwen grabbed him and got him out of the bath. "God, you weren't kidding... he's really starting to burn...".
"Just give me a second...", Jean said as she quickly drained as much of the water as she could while filling it with very cold water. "I think it's pretty much all confirmed now... something in him has been activated thanks to that bite... I don't know fully know how and what exactly his gene is... but it's something, alright?".
Jasmine swayed on her feet nervously, "But it isn't anything bad, right?!", and Jean looked over to see her fretting and can feel the emotions of being helpless and anxious, "No, it isn't, as long as we're here to help.", before exhaling deeply, "Jasmine, I'm gonna do something for you, okay?".
Jasmine nodded, "Okay, I trust you.", and Jean smiled, focusing mentally to dive into Jasmine's mind, reaching Agrabah of Jasmine's dream world, and to the palace where Jasmine stared at her in surprise, and Jean smiled, flying as she grabbed Jasmine's hands, and closed her eyes, and then with a flash, Jasmine's human spirit is out, blinking in shock, looking down to see her cat form resting on her paws on the toilet, eyes half closed.
"Oh, my god, Jazz?", Gwen gasped, and Jasmine laughed in shock, "Yeah, yeah.", about to touch Gwen's shoulder in reassurance, but her hand went through Gwen's shoulder, and Jean exhaled deeply, "Should hold as long as you want to be here, Jasmine. And use focus if you want to be solid.", looking at Jasmine before looking at Gwen, "It's ready, put him in.", unknowingly that Jean accidentally made a trade for Jasmine's human soul to come out, having Peter's soul in Jasmine's dream world, seeing everything happening.
Gwen nodded and put him into the bath. "Certainly hope this helps him…", she then looked back to Jasmine and Jean. "Now then, Jean, what exactly did you just do? How is Jasmine with us as… well, her?".
Jean smiled warmly, "It's only her human soul. Professor Xavier and Doctor Strange helped me during last month of summer...Surprise...", with a chuckle, and Jasmine focused on getting solid as she hugged Jean, "Oh, thank you, Jean, you're the best! It feels wonderful to talk again in the real world, yet strange not to feel the need to eat or drink...or even breathe...".
Jean hugged her back, "It's the best way ever without breaking your curse, Jasmine...I'm sorry that it isn't breaking even with the brotherly and family love from Peter and the others, and of course, our friendship, and all.", with a frustrated sigh.
"It's alright... it's clearly a start somewhat... I'm sure there might be a solution someday, but I'll certainly take what I can get.", Jasmine sighed as she walked over to Peter.
"Listen... if you need a few minutes alone with him, we'll back out of the bathroom for you.", Gwen suggested, just in case Jasmine wanted to say some private things to the young man who saved her life so many years ago.
Jasmine blinked, and smiled, "You two deserve to know, and besides, I kept your secrets after you helped me so much, and I am sure you can keep my secret of being here tonight as he will not remember this since he's clearly conked out, yet still in pain and all...He somehow needs to hear all our reassurances through this night as this is definitely putting a lot of strain on him...", unknowing that Peter is watching her and the others through the dreamworld view.
"Where am I...?", Peter asked himself as he found himself in a completely unrecognizable place. It looked to be some sort of bedroom in some massive room, like a palace of some sort before he found himself walking towards the balcony and seeing a massive desert around an oasis of a kingdom from long ago.
"Did I become Lawrence of Arabia or something?", Peter said to himself as he looked out past the desert sands, into the night sky when his eyes widened at the sight in the sky... like someone was playing a projector onto the sky where he could see what was occurring in his bathroom.
Peter recognized Jean and Gwen instantly, but his eyes focused on the exotic, stunningly beautiful girl, wearing a sort of Arabian blue harem outfit, having wide brown eyes, very long and lush black hair pinned in a waterfall ponytail of sorts, and her skin, it's like a caramel olive brown tone...
He was blushing madly when he realized that he was nearly nude, in the bathtub, surrounded by three equally beautiful girls. He heard and saw Gwen and Jean recognizing the girl, calling her Jasmine...He blinked as he murmured the name, "Jasmine...".
In the bathroom as Jasmine sat down next to the bathtub, ruffling Peter's hair, she smiled, "I know you can't hear me right now, Peter, but this is my only chance to say some things I wished to say for years without having a voice as a cat...Five years ago, I was lost, in grief, devastated, tired, and there were so many times I wished I could kill myself...I willingly was caught by some good people, and I soon learned that I was truly in a whole new world, a different, terrifying, and foreign place, so vast that I think Agrabah wouldn't even barely fit half of New York City...".
"Then you appeared...You were such an innocent boy, having a spark of light in those eyes, having that sweet smile...You saved me from wasting away into a feral life of being a cat out there...You never threatened me, you have never thrown me out, you never yelled at me...I know your parents would have been so proud of you...just like Aunt May and Uncle Ben is...You truly gave me a home again...a family where I feel like I belong again...a place where I sleep without fear or nightmares to plague me every night, to feel equal again without grieving, wishing to be human again or to age once more...You became like a little brother to me, and as the years passed, you became a friend, a listener, a caretaker, and now tonight, I know I couldn't bear to lose you, like Gwen and Jean, and Uncle Ben and Aunt May. You can fight through this; I know you will. That's what I like about you, Peter Parker...", Jasmine spoke.
"You are determined despite the odds every day, you are loyal to a fault, you have love for your family, and you are a wonderful, smart, hardworking teenager of 15, and you will fight through those self-esteem issues I know you have...Doesn't matter if you are scrawny and thin, or strong and fast, you will always be Peter Parker, and there's a man within you, and if I ever could, I would try to love that man, for my heart to heal again, for Gwen and Jean to be happy if you chose me or any of us, for we are truly in your league, more than what you think. The rest of my secret, I am not ready to tell you, but I will, one day. So, please fight for us, for your family and friends.", Jasmine continued before leaning in to kiss Peter on the cheek.
"Jasmine... Princess is...", Peter was almost a loss for words as he watched the sort of movie that was playing, stunned by the revelation that sadly would be almost a half-remembered dream come the next morning if he made it. He almost wanted to tear up, hearing what she said to him, she was practically too good for him in so many ways.
In the bathroom, several minutes has passed during Jasmine's speech, and then Peter's body finished changing in his muscles, fat, skin, and Gwen exhaled, "Okay, I think the second change is done.", before Peter's physical body gave out another strangled cry of pain as his organs, inner and outside, started to expand to fit his new body, flushing between hot and cold.
Jean shouted, "Take him out, Gwen!", and Gwen nodded, taking his body out with a gasp of surprise, "Golly! He's somehow heavier, yet he feels hollow! He's changing so fast between hot and cold, Jean!".
"Hmm, he's clearly wrinkled out, he can't handle another bath...", Jean bit her lip, trying to think of something else before realizing something, "Jasmine, has he eaten anything?".
"No, the time he tried, he literally threw up so much that I think it was practically everything from today including this morning's breakfast.", Jasmine replied, "But he successfully drank the orange juice.".