Spider-Man: no way home

C 37

"Hey. Hey! Gwen? Hey. Breathe. Hey!"

I feel someone engulf me in their arms,  holding me tightly to their chest.

Am I dead?

Oh, my head hurts.

I think I  passed out.

Did I faint?

"Gwen, please be okay? You have to be okay. You're okay right? Gwen. Talk to me. Move. Do something. Please (voice breaks)"

Is that Other Peter?

Did he save me?

Why is he crying?

I wouldn't be surprised if I was experiencing post death hallucinations.

It is very common.

Although fainting due to shock of falling sounds more like me.

I did faint one time when I fell from my cupboard when I was 10.

I thought I  could fly.

Okay , Peter told me I  could fly ....and I believed him.

I woke up in a hospital with a broken arm.

I was lucky I didn't have a broken neck with the way I laned.

One of the reasons I acquired my fear of heights.

A hand is then placed at the top of my head as if to stop it from rolling back anymore.

Like a mother holding a baby.

Not that I am a baby and he is my mother.

This went weird really quickly.....

Oh shit my mother!

I hope she is okay?

I think she is, I did push her to safety.

Didn't I?

I then feel my hair get pulled back out of my face,  as a hand strokes my face.

"Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me,  stay with me. Stay with me, stay with me! You stay with me. please .....(sobs)"

Okay from cradling  to stroking.

Maybe I should open my eyes.

Can I open my eyes,  or am I slowly fading into the light?

Wait what light? I see no light.

Is that a lie?

Is there no light when you die?

I can't be dead then.

I don't feel like I'm dying.

I slowly open my eyes, seeing bars falling  onto the ground.

Fire emits from the scaffolding.

Well, what is left of it.

Please can everyone be alright.

I draw my attention from my surroundings to my saviour.

Only to see  Other Peter crying into my torso.

He caught me.

He saved my life.

Is this a dream?

He was so far.

There is no way he got to me in time right?

But he did.

I'm not dead! I'm not dead!

I feel a smile form on my lips.

I moved one of my arms, that was draping by my side, placing  a hand in his hair.