Marvel, Midtown Hospital: Gwen & Harry
[Gwen had no idea that Peter was behind Harry asking her to stay at the hospital after her release. There was no logical reason for Peter's interference, so it didn't even occur to her that he would make the request of Harry. She legitimately thought that Harry wanted to see her, because logic didn't translate into an understanding of people's actions, not always. So, when the ER attending let her go, she stepped into the hospital elevator instead of stepping out into the Manhattan air. She'd asked after Harry at the nursing station, and she'd been informed that he'd been given a private room upstairs, since the ER was overflowing. The nurse didn't need to add that Harry's financial standing had something to do with the decision to give him a private room away from the prying eyes of the press.
Still dressed for work, she made her way down the hall, cream skirt to mid-thigh and a white button-down with a scalloped collar. Her knee-highs were striped blocks of white and ocher, and her chunky shoes were brown and buckled. She slowed as she neared Harry's room. Slower. Slower. And then she stepped just inside the doorway with the kind of quiet reverence reserved for a laboratory. She hadn't seen him in the few days since they'd met in the park, fumbling hands and mouths, and she smiled shyly.]