Sorcery - (Fem Reader X Peter Parker)

Chapter 3 - Hospital

I groan in pain as I try to open my eyes, I could only get them half open. "Dad?" My voice was dry.

"Hey...sweetie." Christine rushes to my side. "It's gonna be okay sweetie."

I look down to see my right hand was lifted up, there was pins going into my hand. My left leg was also lifted up and had pins. "What happened?" I frown.

"Honey you were in a really bad car accident." She wipes her tears.

"Is my dad....is he.."

"He's okay." She holds my other hand.

"What happened to me." I look back down. "I want to know...everything.

"Um...you have severe nerve damage in your right hand...your leg is crushed. Multiple bones were broken in your face....Um....you were in surgery for 12 hours. You uh...died twice." She starts to cry.

"Will I be okay?" I start to cry.

"You will be okay....I promise."

"No I won't....it will never heal will it?" I look over at her.

"We don't know."

"My dad could of saved me....if he wasn't a goddamn idiot!" I raise my voice, wincing in pain.

They had moved me into a private room, where I stayed for a month. Dad often came and visited me, he knew I was mad.

Today I would be finally going home....Christine carefully unwrapped my hand, I hold it up and try to close my hand into a fist but fail. I start to cry as I could barely move my hand without it shaking. "Give it time to heal." The doctor says, then walking out.

"Your gonna have to use a wheelchair for awhile.." Christine looks away.

"How am I gonna move? Dad can't push me. I can't push myself." I look up as she shuts the door and gets me some fresh clothes.

"Your dad actually got you this." She goes behind a curtain, soon she comes out with a motorized wheelchair.

"Great...that's great. Is that his way of saying sorry?" I roll my eyes. Christine helps me put on my shirt, I yell out in pain as she puts my pants on. "I can't do this." I shake my head as she sits me in the wheelchair.

"You can do it." She nods.

Luckily the controls were on my left side. "How can I do this myself everyday. It hurts to even touch my leg."

"I'll be there...everyday. Three times a day." She nods.

I stare ahead at myself in the mirror...I had several scars on my face. "I shouldn't need your help. This shouldn't be happening." I start to wheel away.

Dad had gone through many experimental surgeries...he even had me go through two of them. Nothing helped. Peter often texted me...but I couldn't go to school.

I did physical therapy everyday for two months...nothing worked for my hand. I upgraded from a wheel chair to a cane, my leg still hurt every time I walked.

One night I stood in the hall and listen to dad as he was trying to have this guy perform surgery on us.....but he wouldn't do it.

"I can't help you..."

"No. No, no, wait!" Dad yells as the man hangs up. I gasp as he yells out in frustration.

I slightly lean out as I hear a door open. "Hi. He won't do it." Christine sighs.