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Alpha Peter ([info]pbandparker) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-07-06 19:22:00

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Entry tags:miles morales (sv), peter b parker (sv)

Who: Peter B and Miles
What: How do spiders diagnose health issues?
Where: Their place
When: Today


If Miles was sick and actually admitting to feeling crummy Peter had no doubt he was probably worse than he made it out to be, or he was just playing it up for sympathy, it was hard to say really but the point remained. Miles wasn't feeling good, exactly how bad he felt still remained to be seen but Peter thought he could help him out a little bit.

After being a little bit more brave recently he thought he could probably chance a trip through the doors, just long enough to find some soup and maybe a little something for the sniffles and hopefully Miles would be right as rain before too long. It wasn't like Peter had a lot of experience with this sort of thing, his abilities had kept him sniffle free since he'd been a teen, but he was pretty sure soup and sleep cured this kind of stuff.

So that was what he'd done, gone through the doors on his own for once, which mean he was coming back with his arms full of a couple of shopping bags, he'd picked up some kleenexes and a few different kinds of medicine as well as a couple bowls of soup, if Miles was gonna get to enjoy some nice hot ramen then Peter wasn't gonna miss out on account of not being sick. He dropped everything off and went to check in on Miles.

"How you holding up?" He asked after he'd knocked gently on his door, "Still feeling as dramatic as earlier? Or are you feeling up to some ramen?"



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[info]spider_kid
2019-07-09 11:27 am UTC (link)
"Uuuuuh, canned ravioli. And cereal. And two bags of Doritos." He groaned at the thought and curled in more on himself, even when Peter put his hand on his arm.

"Huh?" He opened an eye, confused for a second before he realized Peter was talking about his power. Wait- what? "M'not invisible- am I?" He reluctantly brought a hand up to his face. Crap.

Miles groaned again and coughed. "Uuuh..." He tried. And failed. Then he sneezed again and came right back to the land of the visible. "Wha's happening??"

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[info]pbandparker
2019-07-10 05:45 am UTC (link)
Okay, not pizza, that was a relief, but also what the heck - they were gonna have to talk about a more balanced diet or something because that sounded like a heart attack waiting to happen. It had been a long time since Peter had been Miles' age. "Okay well, that's something." It probably hadn't been the food which stopped Peter's initial thoughts right in their tracks.

"Yeah buddy," He nodded, "You kinda are." Peter stilled while Miles worked it out, lest he go and poke him in the eye again, which you know not a huge deal but with him already feeling like crap Peter wasn't about to try and make it worse for him.

One sneeze later and he was visible once more and Peter breathed a sigh of relief. "I really wish I could tell you, man." He didn't know and he didn't like it. "Wait right here, don't move." He got up and ran back to where he'd dropped his supplies the soup would have to wait, but he did get some medicines and a couple bottles of water, maybe they'd help?

"Okay, here we go." Peter said ripping into a box of Advil and then pulling the top off the bottle, grumbling about the seal and the damn cotton, so many obstacles in his way for something so small. "Here we go," He tapped out two pills into his palm and handed them over to Miles' along with the bottle of water, "Take these, and drink as much of that as you feel like you can, it should help a little bit."

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[info]spider_kid
2019-07-10 05:43 pm UTC (link)
Miles had no idea what was happening, but he wasn't going to move if he could help it. At least hew as visible again, right? He coughed and lay there, miserably staring at the wall. So they were all sick. Was this some sort of weird anti-spider virus? If so, why them? Were others affected? He hadn't had much of a chance to stare at his phone, feeling like death and turning back to Peter when he came in.

Miles had at least had the chance to sit up, groaning as his muscles reacted and doing his best to swallow the pills. "Thanks, Peter." He muttered, leaning against the wall and swallowing with a smirk.

"You look like shit."

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[info]pbandparker
2019-07-11 12:42 am UTC (link)
At least he'd managed to get a little medicine into Miles', Peter hoped it would help but considering that they shouldn't have gotten sick in the first place he wasn't sure how well it would actually help, but he could hope that normal medicines might help if they were reacting like normal people to something like a common cold.

"Wow, thanks man." Peter said with a low laugh, he felt pretty tired but he wasn't nearly in as much pain as Miles seemed to be. At least for the moment he sure hoped that'd hold.

"See if I bring you soup ever again." He said shaking his head at him. "You sure you're not feeling up to that?" He asked, because well he had gotten it and enough for them both and Claire.

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[info]spider_kid
2019-07-11 12:49 am UTC (link)
"Seriously, you need to rest." He slid back into his bed and groaned. "Rest is good. Head is bad- I don't like my head." Miles stared at the soup and smiled a little then sighed. "Not yet, but I will probably want it later."

He really, really appreciated Peter. For everything. "I swear man, I'll make it up to you. Like...the next time you're dying. Or something." He was having a hard time concentrating, the exhaustion and crappy feelings overwhelming him."

"If I live." And then....snoring. Miles was snoring, out like a light before he could even say another word.

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[info]pbandparker
2019-07-11 05:12 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, kid." Peter agreed while Miles sank back down again after he'd taken the pills, "I'll get some rest after we make sure you're gonna be okay." He promised, because right now Miles was his priority, after that - well he needed to check in on Gwen, maybe the other Peters, Claire. There were things that he needed to take care of first.

"Get some sleep, Miles." Peter made sure to leave Miles a couple more pills to take later as well as some water before he made sure he was covered enough and he left him to get some of that rest that Miles was saying that he needed.

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