PROMPT ▻ SAVOR IT
WORD COUNT ▻ 525 (ooh girl this is not the best lmao)

" we're on a limited number of minutes, and I want to spend them with you. "

♡

Everything hurt.

Your bones and your head, just- hurt.

You had no idea what happened, though. All you could remember was getting some good news that one of your best friends was returning back to Queens after a long vacation, and then the sharp and unbearable pain started, literally, everywhere.

No matter how hard you tried, your eyes couldn't open. It felt as if they were glued shut. And even if they did open for a split second, everything was blank. Almost as if you were encased in a huge box with white wallpaper covering each and every wall. You could still feelーand you could already tell that Peter was allowing his tears to fall on your hand. You didn't mind, however.

"I feel like it's my fault, I'm sorry y/n. So sorry." Peter whispered against your hands, you could tell that he had kissed the palm. "You've been gone for a month. I don't know how you tolerated me being gone for two."

If you could furrow your brows, you would have. But instead, you laid there emotionless, Peter hoping what you would wake up sometime soon. He didn't know you could hear every word he was saying, or he wouldn't be revealing his biggest secret to you.

"I tried to stop him, I promise you," He whispered against your hand. "I was going to tell you as soon as I got back, and I know this sounds crazy and you probably can't hear me, but I'm Spider-Man."

You could feel your eyebrow twitch a little bit, some hope and potential happiness being put into your head. Peters quiet mumbling had stopped, his grip tightening on your hand a little.

Your eyes peeled open, a blank ceiling focusing into view. A little disappointment came into your system, thinking that you had died. Thankfully, your sight moved to Peter, who was smiling as big as he could.

"Hey. You're awake!" He exclaimed, trying to keep his words quiet. A tear rolled down his cheek again, you trying to bring your hand up to wipe it away. When he saw you try and bring your hand up and then fail, he let out a little laugh.

You planned to ask him about what he meant by it being his fault and expand on the whole super-hero thing, but maybe when things weren't as emotional and you hadn't just woken up from a coma. His smile faded, more of a serious look appearing on his face.

"we're on a limited number of minutes, and I want to spend them with you," he whispered, pressing a light and loving kiss to your forehead. It was unusual to you, but everything was still hazy in your brain. "I really like you, y/n."

You hummed in response, trying to figure out if your mind was playing with you or if this was the real deal. "I like you too, Parker."

[a / n]
hmm I'm not sure how I feel about this one lol