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The sun was shining on Peter's face, the bright sun, shining on a sick man's face. Peter figured he was sick since Monday, he woke up that morning feeling awful, he also puked in the morning so that was nice. It was Wednesday and he still felt like trash, his stomach was hurting. So he got up and went to the bathroom again. He went to the bathroom at night. When he got out he was pretty hungry, going closer to the stairs, he smelled pancakes.
Aunt May was making pancakes for her sick nephew, she knew he wasn't feeling well. She wished she could do something anything but there wasn't anything she could do.
Aunt mays work has been terrible, she has to work all morning and she gets home at 9:10 at night. Her job has her even worrying more about her nephew, she was planning to get him medicine, if she could get enough money tonight to buy it.
On the other hand Peter was having trouble going down the stairs, it took him like eight minutes, usually it takes him one second.
He finally sat down and could breath, "Good morning Peter, how are you feeling?" Aunt May sat down next to him giving him a plate with two pancakes on it.
Peter gave her the usual answer, "I'm doing great! Thanks for asking!" He gave a smiled, and grabbed the syrup.
Aunt May knew every little lie Peter ever told, this was worse, she watched with worry as he drowned his pancakes.
"Honey, you don't have to pretend..Come on, how are you really feeling?" Her voice was even more gentle with Peter.
"Terrible.." He admitted, Aunt May gave him a gently pat on his head.
"Oh, by the way, Harry brought you some chicken noodle soup." Aunt May added.
Peter's face flushed at the thought of Harry, they're relationship went to the next level. It was very weird for Peter, he let Harry touch him.
Peter didn't want to lie but he loved it when Harry did, his shoulder, his head, his legs, his arms, his hands, his dic- FOCUS PETER!!
Don't get carried away with the thought of Harry, He thought. Peter sighed, he was supposed to help them at WEB today, but he was too sick to even walk a mile.
Of course Harry, Anya, Gwen, Miles, And Grady understand that but...Peter loved helping people out, especially Harry. There was this one time when Harry asked Peter for help, it was with a vent on the floor, they were both confused why a vent was on the freaking floor. They decided it didn't matter, they didn't really need the vent and the vent lead to no where, so they were going to cover it. In order to cover it, Peter needed to bend over, gosh Peter hoped that Harry liked that view. Peter doesn't like to embarrass himself, but he would for Harry.
Peter was suspicious at first but because why couldn't Harry do it himself, but I guess he knew Peter would help anyone at anytime.
Now here he was sick as heck, Peter hated being sick. He felt like he was dying, he didn't even know why. The week before he was feeling fine. Maybe he was tired from being Spiderman and fighting. Oh, Peter wished he could hang out with Harry, and the other guys too but mainly Harry.
Peter's mind focused on Harry while he was playing with his food, when Aunt May snapped him out of it, "I'm gonna go to work, if you need anything call me okay?"
Peter nodded, he was busy eating pancakes, he was probably gonna puke out later on in the day. The door closed and he felt lonely, he didn't like being alone.
He wanted Harry, he wanted him to stay by his side forever, he even wanted Harry to touch him right now. Peter didn't care he was sick, he wanted Harry so bad.
"Gosh, why am I being so clingy today?" Peter said out loud to himself.
He wasn't like this yesterday, he didn't even think of Harry yesterday.
Maybe it will go away.
Peter didn't want to spread his sickness anyways, and Peter's pretty sure Harry doesn't want to get sick either.
Peter finish his delicious pancakes, and when he got up his back was in pain. What kind of sickness was this? Peter wondered. He went and layed down on the couch. He pulled out his phone.
He wanted to talk to Harry, he needed to, maybe Harry knew what sickness Peter had gotten.