A Broken Web

We sit there. Her hand in mine. For quite a while, we just sit, or in our case, lie, there, in each other's company. I look at Gwen, who is obviously in deep thought. Every now and then, she squeezes my hand. I stare at her beautiful eyes. Green, and an almond shape. "You know, we haven't actually kissed since yesterday." I say, looking at her. She gives a small laugh. " I guess you're right! Wow, I can't believe you went that long!!!" She replies sarcastically. "I would've kissed you, but if you had forgotten, I have a terribly painful back anytime I move." I put on a sad, pouting face. I lean over her slightly, and bend down over her, close to her lips. She gazes dreamily up into my eyes. She smiles slightly. Our lips meet. She takes a sharp grip on my shoulder, almost pulling herself towards me. She pulls away desperately, and whimpers with pain. A guilt, rises in my stomach as I see the pain in her almost tearful eyes. Suddenly, I see a small thing on her wrist. The inside of her wrists, where my web shooters are. Attached to it, is a small tunnel way thing, that leads up to a bag of fluid above her bed. It's a painkiller of some sort. In her other hand, I notice a small button, which she is pressing frequently with her thump. She sees me looking at it in horror. "Peter. It's just something to take the pain away. It's fine." She says.

"Is it really that bad?"

She nods, and tears start to roll down her cheeks.

"Peter Parker."

"Yes"

"I love you."