~SEMI SHORT! ALSO, READER IS A VERY (VERY) MINOR ROLE~

Peter woke up and immediately felt like shit.

His head was pounding and his vision was blurry. Ned turned over in the other bed and saw Peter awake. He put his phone down and sat up, "Hey Peter." Ned said, getting out of bed. Peter slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and leaned forward so his elbows were resting on his knees and his head was resting in his hands. Ned frowned and made a move to cross the room, but Peter whimpered and grabbed his ears as well. Ned stopped moving so fast and slowly walked over.

It apparently still bothered Peter because he had tears coming down his face. Ned had learned the parts ASL which applied to this situation.

Sensory overload?  Ned signed. Peter nodded mutely. Is there anything you want?  Ned signed again. Peter nodded to his foot and ned followed his gaze. Peter's ankle twisted to it pointed to his bag. Ned got up and grabbed the bag, searching through it immediately. What do you need from here? Ned signed as he paused his searching. Peter gestured to his ears and eyes.

Ned nodded and immediately grabbed the glasses and earplugs for Peter. He gave the glasses to Peter but put the earplugs in for him. Almost as if a doll had been cut from its strings, Peter slumped backwards. "Thanks, man," Peter said, quiet and voice hoarse. Ned nodded, "No problem." They sat in silence for a small second before the door knocked. Peter winced a little bit, but turned over in the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. Ned walked over the door and opened it.

Yn was stood there in shorts and a tank top. She glanced in the room, "Are you guys gonna rise from the dead? Harrington wants to go." Ned froze for a second. Luckily or unluckily, Peter let out a loud pain filled groan. Yn's eyes immediately creased in concern. "What's up with him?" She asked, trying to see him. Ned blocked her vision and cleared his throat, "He's got a migraine. He won't be able to come out today." Yn sighed and put her hands in her pockets. "Ok... should I tell Harrington that you'll stay with him while the rest of us leave?" Ned nodded, grateful. Yn smiled, "Hope you feel better soon, Pete!" She called before leaving.

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A small while later, Peter's senses were still pretty out of whack, but not too bad. Ned helped Peter down the stairs in his new glasses and earplugs.

Before they went down, Ned took out the lenses of Peter's... special glasses and exchanged them with the frame of sunglasses. They just looked like Peter had some cool glasses on. They walked into the lobby and were instantly flanked by Betty, MJ and Yn... well... MJ and Yn flanked Peter, but Betty flanked Ned.

Turns out they would be going to the opera... Ned winced in time with Peter when they realised how loud it would be. MJ seemed to show a little bit of excitement... so, Peter being an idiot, decided to brave his future load of pain and go with her.

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In hindsight, it was a very bad idea. Before the performance had even started, Peter could feel his stomach starting to churn even violently than it had already been. His food was sitting in his stomach like rocks and shifting around. His head spun and his chest felt tight. He could feel the sweat coming down his face. Yn leaned over and tapped his leg with her own. He looked at her with an apology in his eyes. "I'm sorry," He choked out. He got up out of his chair and walked away quickly, for he was nearly sick in the streets.

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The day after, Peter's senses had gone back down to slightly normal. He still had a killer headache and stayed in the hotel room the whole day though. Yn, bless her soul, had stayed with Peter the whole day.