Re: Log: no pizza, so sad: Gwen S & Harry O
[She took up the corner of the bedsheet as she rounded the bed, and she sat on the corner and looked at him.] Take that shirt off, and let's wipe some of that blood off, okay?
[She said it harmless and practical, emulating the tone nurses used with skittish patients. Getting him cleaned up seemed illogically important in the moment, but she knew it was her own need to see him as well, and not as a casualty lying bloody on a bed. Because the truth was that she wasn't sure she could fix this. She had no knowledge of the goblin serum being successfully countered in any timeline. As far as she knew, he did die eventually. She was good at this, at the kind of science that Oscorp was really in business for, but she was almost a kid herself, and it was a lot of weight on her shoulders.
She reached the blanket out to dab at his face with it, and she set the vial she'd brought in with her aside on the bed.] I just want to make you healthy again, like you wanted to do for me when I was in Gotham and you brought me back here, but I don't know what you took or what did this, so it worries me. I don't want anything to happen to you. [She tried for a smile.] But you know me. I won't give up, and I'll get that corner office and Nobel Prize for my outstanding work with the world-famous Harry Osborn.
[He asked about Mary Jane, and she looked toward the door.] She's here. She and Peter are outside, and Emily's safe. I promise.