My injured shoulder eventually healed.  The bill took a lot longer to pay.

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Taking down the robbers was fairly easy.  Especially with so many years of experience behind him, but it would have been even easier if he didn't get shot in the shoulder.  He should've seen it coming.

It doesn't make it easier that it hurts like hell.  The wound oozing blood and soaking his suit.  He's going to have to clean it, even if the suit is red.

Once he's webbed up the last one he quietly slips into an alley, leaning heavily against the wall.  He takes off the mask and takes a closer look at the bullet wound.

"Shit," He mutters as he peels the fabric of the suit off his shoulder with a shaky hand.

This isn't something he can just take care of all by himself.  Which means he'll have to go to the hospital.  And come up with a cover story.  And he'll probably need help getting there too.  And a change of clothes.  God, the list is endless.

He takes his phone out of one of the pockets in his suit and calls the one person he can ask for help when it comes to Spider-Man.

"Hey, MJ."

There's a long sigh on the other end.

"What do you need now?" She asks.

Peter decides to just get right to the point.  One of the reasons being that he might bleed out if he doesn't do anything soon.  And his hand is currently occupied with holding his phone.

He winces as he slughtly adjusts himself against the brick wall, eyes squeezing shut in pain.  "I kind of got shot just now a-and--"

"Are you kidding me?" She asks.  "Where?"

"Left shoulder," He answers.  "Do you think you could come get me?" He asks, hopefully. 

It's quiet for a few seconds before MJ sighs, defeated.  "Fine.  Do you need your clothes too?" She asks.  Peter faimtly hears a door being closed and what sounds like traffic.

"Uh, yeah," He says.  "Same place as always," He adds.

"Of course," She replies.

"Thank you, MJ."

He imagines she's smilling on the other end of the line.  "Always, Pete."

She hangs up before him.  He sighs in relief as he slips the phone into the pocket again.  It shouldn't take too long for her to show up which means he'll just have to wait now.

Peter is aware he should probably try to supply preassure to stop the bleeding, but he doubts it's going to help much.  He can at least try though.  His super strenght will help a lot too.  It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt though.

He's right.  It only takes MJ a couple minutes to find him, thanks to the tracker in his suit.  His bag hung over her shoulder.  The tracker was her idea.  Something he's very thankfull for right now.

"Peter!"  She exclaims.  "Are you okay?"

Peter chuckles.  "Could be better," He says.

MJ gently removes his hand from the wound and winces at the sight, grimacing.

"It's that bad, huh?"

He looks at her with a faint smile one his lips until she catches him staring and he quickly looks away, embarrased, cheeks flushing slightly.

MJ shakes her head as she tries to carefully peel the fabric of the suit off his shoulder.  It's wet and sticks to the skin.  One word to describe it is gross.

Peter breathes heavily through his nose, face screaming up, doing his best, and failing to surpress a groan of discomfort.

"Sorry."

The bullet wound is so much of an inconvineience for him that he doesn't even think about being embarrased about MJ seeing him in only his boxer.  The hardest part was getting him into his tshirt.   Getting into his gingham patterend shirt a tad bit easier.

Peter whines as he watches the shirt soak in red.  "Aww, I really liked this shirt."

"You can just wash it," MJ says, rolling her eyes as she brings his hand back up to his  shoulder again.

Peter snorts as she puts her hand on his back and leads him back out on the streets.  People don't seem to really care about them as MJ calls a taxi for them and sending them off to a hospital.

Peter leans back against the seat, trying to take some deep breaths to cope with the pain.  MJ helps applying preassure, not caring about how bloody her hands are getting.  It's just now he notices how fast his heart is hearing in his chest.  This really sucks.

"God, it's going to take forever to pay the bill."

MJ looks at hun sympathetically.  "It's going to be okay, Peter," She says.  "The most important part is that you're okay."

Peter looks out the window before turning back to her.  "I should call May," He says, frowning.

"Don't worry," She says.  "I'll do it."

"She's doing to be so mad."

MJ chuckles, the corners of her mouth lifting.  Her hands weight against his shoulder not lightning the slightest.

The trip is quick and MJ pays the driver before following him into the emergency room where he's soon taken care of.  The bill will just have to be a problem for later.

872 words, 13/06/2019

I was initially going to go for Peter falling off a building and injuring his shoulder, but decided to go for this instead.  I'm not sure if I should've gone with this one og the other one, tbh.

I've started new books since last time.  Maybe it's something you're interested in?