Thread: Demogoblin and Green Goblin WHO: Harry Osborn and Mary Jane Watson WHERE: Harry's dorm room WHEN: March 17, 2011, evening WHAT: MJ sneaks herself out of the infirmary to find Harry... who's saying Peter killed someone and now is probably drinking himself to death.
MJ was really, really worried. She'd been worried when Harry had said that his father was dead, sure. That was going to be difficult for him to deal with. But the real worry about how he was holding up started when Harry said that Peter had killed Norman. That was...
Impossible? Unthinkable? Absurd? Lots of different ways to describe it. And she was sort of concerned that Harry had gone off the deep end there. She definitely wasn't surprised that he'd locked himself up and was drinking. MJ could only imagine the condition he was in by this point.
Luckily, the infirmary staff had let her clean up that morning so, even though she was pale, with dark smudges under her eyes, and looked a bit too thin, she was clean. But the only clothes she could find were scrubs considering her own clothes had been destroyed when she'd been hurt.
She didn't bother telling the staff she was leaving -- she had the feeling they'd try to stop her -- and slipped out relatively unnoticed. The fresh air was nice, which was the first thing she'd noticed. But then her thoughts went back to the task at hand and she quickened her pace to Muir. It was no easy feat. She'd been off her feet for over a week, she was still a little sore even with the pain medicine she'd been given by one of the doctors, but she was moving. Even if she was out of breath by the time she reached Harry's room.
Rapping on the door a few times, she said, "Harry? It's MJ. Open up." She just hoped he hadn't decided to take off while she'd been making her way over here.