Peter woke up with air being pushed into his lungs.
A glob of plastic was tightened over his head, screaming lights, screaming people. Ned stared at him in remorse. (ned doesn't care about you, you're his charity case). Peter didn't want to have to look at anybody, or feel anything, it was so much, all this noise and silence, all these lights and darkness, and the pounding fear and aching sadness. They all felt the exact goddamn same, and he hated it. MJ was standing off to the side (Mj hates you, who are you kidding? hate hate hate hate). Percy just looked confused, Peter noted offhand, his eyes were blurred with chemical induced sleep (percy just doesn't care, he thinks you're dumb, and small, and ugly). Why is there so much blood on his chest? Shouldn't it all be....in his chest?
A needle pushed into his arm, Peter hated confrontation, so when the liquid coursed into his veins he had nothing better than to fall asleep. But he could feel hate breathing down his neck, slow and steady, hate hate hate hate.
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