I wake up feeling so weak, like all my energy has been drained from my body.  I feel an arm around me and see dad sitting really uncontrollably against the wall.

I try to move his arm but I can hardly move my arm.  "Dad." I say freaked out.  My voice hoarse.

He shifts at the sound before waking up.  He looks at me and his eyes go wide.

"What happened to you Pipsqueak?" He asks panicking.

"I've been here all night." I whisper, tears threatening to spill.

"You look so pale! Like you have no color to your skin! And almost dead..." he says shocked.  I start to hyperventilate as he describes me.

"Dad I'm scared what's going to on..." I cry.  He opens his mouth but closes it before walking away. I hear the water running and he returns with a glass of water.

"Drink this." He says.  I try to grab it but literally can't move.  He goes to pour the drink in my mouth but someone knocks on the door.  He puts the glass on my bedside table and goes to open it.

"Hello?" Dad says opening the door.

"M-mr. Stark?" I hear Peters voice say.

"Kid What brings you here... on a school day." Dad asks, I can just hear him smirking.

"I was wondering where (y/n) was... she was going to pick me up today." I hear Peter say nervously.

"She's sick."

"Da- Tony let him come in." I yell, catching myself.  My voice sounding horrible.

"You heard her.  You can come in." Dad says reluctantly.

I see Peter come past the curtain and his eyes spot me.  His eyes widen in shock.  I guess I look as horrible as I have been told.

"Hey Peter." I chuckle sounding not at all like me.

"(Y/n) are you ok?" He asks cautiously.

"I feel so weak... like every ounce of strength I've ever had was sucked out of my body." I explain trying to move my arms.

"It looks like it." He says trying to lighten the mood.

"How are you doing? Because It's obvious I'm not doing good." I ask.

"I'm doing alright.  (Y/n) is there anything I can do to help before I go to school?"

"If you wouldn't mind, could you pour some water in my mouth as I can hardly move." I ask.

Peter nods and pours the glass that dad grabbed into my mouth, not much at a time though.

"Thank you peter." I say as he puts the glass down.

"No problem (y/n)" he says kissing my cheek before leaving.