Despite all that he had to worry about, Peter had promised that Mary Jane would be at the very top of his list. He had a severe hero complex, sure enough, and he found that if someone on the streets had managed to get hurt or worse, then it was generally his fault for not being around in time to actually stop said person from being harmed in the first place. In a place like this though, it was more than impossible to save everyone. There were others fighting back, people who wanted to help others, but it just wasn't enough. He feared that it would never be, but that didn't stop Peter from fighting. In fact, that only drove him on. He put more effort into his actions and fought with even more determination than he ever had before. Unfortunately, that tended to wear him down and consume a whole lot of his free time. He had even turned away his photography job after being offered a position when he realized that he just wouldn't have the time for it.
Thankfully he didn't have to worry about too much financially. The people at the Hyperion made sure he had a roof over his head and, for the moment, that was all that mattered to him.
And Mary Jane, of course.
He had swung over the second that he'd heard about her being in the hospital. He stepped into some casual attire before entering the building and, after being pointed off to her room, Peter hurried off in that direction with what surely could have been described as a concerned sort of look plastered onto his face.
Pushing the door open, he stepped into MJ's room and cautiously approached her bed.