Wrong Number, Kid 《Completed》

(Un)Happy Visitor

《Peter》
I slowly opened my eyes, immediately feeling the pounding headache that would last for a while. I groaned lightly and put my hand on my head to feel my cold fingers almost burn by the hot fever my head was holding. I noticed the sweat dropping from my back and chest, wetting my bed slightly so an uncomfortable damp was drooling around the mattress and blankets. I knew it was Wednesday since I had overslept once again but May didn't storm in to wake me up. That meant it had to be Wednesday, because that is the one day of the week May has to stand up early for her work.

I threw the wet blankets from my body and let the cold breeze the open window in the corner of the room let in freeze the tops of my fingers and toes. The room was dimly lit by the orange light the upcoming sun was giving it, making me able to see the messy room from which I promised May yesterday to clean up. I sighed deeply, knowing that I had to clean my room before she would come home from her long work shift, since she wouldn't be too happy if she came home tonight to see I had disobeyed her. She was already pissed about the fight we had two days ago, so I didn't want to make her even more mad.

I slowly let my numb legs slide over the matress and sat up. My frozen feet touched the soft carpet shakily, finding some kind of comfort in its fluffyness. I stood up and dragged myself to the bathroom. I splashed some cold water in my face to lessen the fever. Slowly looking up in the mirror, I groaned slightly at my awful appearance. It was noticeable at every inch of my body that I had gotten sick overnight; from the deep, black bags under my only half-opened eyes to the way my limbs shook as I forced them to set a step forward.

"Come on, please not today." I groaned as I stepped under the shower. My frozen limbs were screaming for a hot shower, but my burning head begged me for a cold one. At this point I couldn't think straight anymore, and since the pain in my head was worse than the little shake in my fingers, I turned the shower to cold. Almost only my head hung under the water that streamed from the shower, but it meant to comfort the sick feeling inside me rather than it had to clean me.

I felt slightly better after the shower and my daily pills Dr. Banner had given me. I only had to take them for another two weeks, but after that it wouldn't be necessary anymore. I stopped taking the sleeping pills since I wanted to try to go to sleep on my own. It did work out, but the first night was hard because my body was so used to the medication that helped it relaxing.

I skipped breakfast as I was almost too late and ran out of the door. I surprisingly felt a lot better than I did in the morning, so I figured I wouldn't feel anything by the end of the day.

This day would be good.

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This day was horrible.

Apparently the shower had brought me even more symptoms, so now I also had caught a cold. I was a few seconds late to Mr. Stilinski's class but he seemed to be in a bad mood. I got detention over it and to make it worse, that was the reason I had to run to be on time at the internship. The strength to run was completely out of my system, and that all because of gym. The teacher said I 'wasn't sick enough' to skip gym, but I was sure that I would've thrown up right there and then if I didn't skip breakfast this morning. And on top of all that I was still upset about the letter I had recieved a few days before.

That fun run-in with Flash also wasn't very pleasing, but luckily it was only a punch in my face and a few insults thrown at my head. Nothing Spider-Man can't handle.

I dragged my numb legs across the streets, sometimes making them jump over garbage cans. They didn't like those movements very much, which was clearly noticeable when I reached the tower. I walked inside, waved at Eliza -who apparently was allowed to keep her job after what her father did, not that I blame her, I'm happy for her- and stepped inside the elevator.