Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log: no pizza, so sad: Gwen S & Harry O
[Harry seemed to remember the blood only when Gwen mentioned it. Moving the shirt was process, he slid his arms out of the sleeves one at a time, despite his shivering. He kept his back to her as he did so, and it was scientifically impossible, but the muscle that had once allowed him to fight with Spider-Man, to take Spider-Man on like a fair fight, it was gone. Not having eaten for the full time that he was down here couldn't explain it either, this wasn't starvation. This was ribs that popped out like splints, spine in knobs when he bent in against himself. His back was mottled bruises, a watercolor of black and blue. It would have been a lot worse without the kevlar he'd been wearing that night. Whatever the serum had done, it seemed to have fast fading effects. If it was a high, the come down was hard. It looked like the withdrawal was killing him, it certainly felt like it.
She dabbed the blanket against the contusions of his face, a couple bled still and might have required a stitch ot two. His handsome face was always all Harry ever had, if that was gone... but he wasn't thinking about that. He wasn't thinking about Oscorp. His brief thought of Emily was replaced by a moment's relaxation because he believed Gwen she she promised the girl was safe.]
What is that? [He asked of that vial, sad blue eyes trusting her for the moment.]