I ran to the medical ward as fast as I could. Bruce met me there. "What the hell happened?" I explained what happened to Bruce, and he just shrugged. "I can't do much. He's gonna have to eat when he wakes up, but we have to just wait it out." I trusted Bruce, and lay Peter on the couch in the common room. No one was there, so I sat beside him, and watched Star Wars until he woke up.

=Peter's P.O.V=
When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I wanted to stand, but I was so tired. Sitting at my feet was Mr Stark. I tried to speak. "W-Whe-Where 'm I?" I sounded groggy, but he heard me. "Kid! How you feeling?" That didn't answer my question. I'm not sure how I felt. Tired, sad, unwilling to move. "I want to sleep." I said, my eyes fluttering closed. Mr Stark dove down beside me, shaking my shoulders. "No! Kid stay with me." He repeated over and over. I just managed to stay awake. What's the worst that could happen if I sleep a little more? "What? 'M tired. I'm sleepy." I was pulled into a sleeping position, and he lifted me into a bright white room. Mr Banner was there. "You're awake Pete!" Mr Stark just looked at Mr Banner. "Not for long he won't be. He still hasn't ate or drank." I was lay on a cold metal bed. They stuck a needle in my arm. They took blood, but I don't know why. I just lay there. Suddenly, my spider sense went off. Something bad was happening. To me. I was dying. "It hurts. My s-tom-ach hurts..." It was really painful, like a cramp. I leaned over the side, before being pushed back by Mr Banner. I threw up what felt like my insides. I started to choke on my vomit, so I was rolled onto my side. I still choked, so they kept sticking me in the back. Eventually, I threw up again, but everything was out. "Kid. You need to eat. Are you hungry?" I wasn't really, but I nodded. I was wide awake now. I stood up, but I still couldn't focus. I stumbled to the elevator and Mr Stark pushed a button. He helped me out, and I pushed him away. I stumbled to the kitchen, and tried to sit down, but missed the seat completely. Mr Stark helped me to a seat properly. Mr Stark fumbles around for a while, before presenting me with a Peanut Butter Sandwich. I took a small bite, and another, and another until it was finished. "Do you want some more?" I nodded. I was suddenly so hungry. My stomach lurched, but I had to eat. I had three more sandwiches, and finally felt full. I stood up, and I was fine. "I'm gonna go to my room, sir." Before he could protest, I ran to my room and locked the door. I found my web-slingers, and webbed the entire door frame. I changed into my suit, and opened my window. Time for patrol. I swung around. "Hey KAREN, anything happening I should know about?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer was no, but I waited for a reply anyway. "Some sort of bomb placement 2 blocks away. It isn't a normal bomb, Peter." I swung into action, finding the criminals pretty soon. They were in an abandoned warehouse. Weird. I thumped through the roof, right on top of the bomb. "Ah, Spider-Man! Guess what? That's the bomb, under your feet! And... here's the best part... it's a chemical bomb!" Those words killed me. This amount of chemicals could kill anyone in a 4 block radius. Hopefully it can't kill. I web the criminals up easily, and grab the bomb. 30 seconds. Fuck. I grabbed the bundle of wires, and found an abandoned subway underground station. I had 5 seconds. I dropped the bomb down and darted for the stairs, but I wasn't quick enough. Right as a reached the stairs, a puff of purple smoke engulfed me. I was suddenly glad the smoke couldn't get out into New York. I got so weak so fast, and I dropped onto my back. My senses were out of control, and I gave up fighting. Everything hurt, and just as I though it could get worse, I hurled on the bottom half of my suit. I wasn't going to faint, but I had such little energy, I couldn't move. KAREN spoke to me suddenly. "Shall I send an SOS to Mr Stark? You seem hurt." I wanted to answer, but I blacked out from the pain.

=Tony's P.O.V=
I was watching the rest of Star Wars, alone, when FRIDAY started talking to me. "I have an SOS from KAREN. Peter is in distress." I jumped off the couch and called my suit. It formed around me and followed the coordinates to an abandoned underground station. I busted down the door, and purple smoke billowed out and into the sky. I lifted up my mask, and slowly made my way deeper into the fog. There by the stairs, I found Peter with vomit covering his legs, unconscious and what looks like blood coming out of nowhere. "F-FRIDAY c-c-call Bruce. Tell him what I'm seeing." I slowly pick Peter up, close my mask, and zoom off towards the Facility. Bruce meets me at the door. "What happened? Did you find him like this?" I could only nod. I was speechless. I packed away my suit, and followed Bruce to the emergency floor. I went into one of the rooms with Bruce, and we carefully remove his top, before he woke up.

=Peter's P.O.V=
I woke up with Mr Banner and Mr Stark on either side of me. I groaned in pain, and shook my head, trying to focus. Mr Stark made me stop. They removed my top, and I looked down. I was soaked in blood. My blood. I started to panic. I was seeing spots. I sat up, but immediately regretted it. My torso shot with pain, leading me to believe I was stabbed. I knew I wasn't, but it felt like it. Mr Stark pushed me down, and I screamed in pain. "Kid, I'm so sorry! I um..." Mr Banner cut in before he could finish his sentence. "Maybe you should leave." He nodded, clearly  upset but understood why. Mr Banner wipes away the blood on my chest. I'm no longer bleeding, but my entire torso is in immeasurable pain. He does apologise, but I mumble for him not to. He finished the work with my torso, and tells me to change into a hospital gown. He helps me, but I groan all the way through. He lies me back down, and asks before checking my bottom half. I had bruises all over, but my legs were the worst. I had my mask off, and it was a good thing too. I lurched over the side of the bed, and threw up a whole lot of blood and sandwiches. Mr Banner asks if I can stand, and I try, before collapsing to my knees. He brings over a wheelchair and helps me into it, before wheeling me to the common room.
When I got there, everyone was on the couches. Mr Banner wheeled me over, and everyone turned. I couldn't speak, so I just waved. We sat there in silence for 20 minutes, and I found my voice. "H-hi guys. Y-ou o-ka-ay?" It hurt. I didn't care. "Buddy, what happened out here?" Mr Rogers sounded like he wasn't wanting to make me upset. I took a deep breath, they had to know. "I was on patrol, and nothing was happening. I told KAREN to scan for trouble, and she told me a bomb was being set off. I followed the path she made for me, and when I found the place, and I webbed up the criminals, I found out it was a chemical bomb. I found the nearest underground structure, and brought it inside. I was too slow, the bomb went off, and the gas released made me too weak to run. Then I assume Mr Stark found me, and Mr Banner helped me." I was crying. It hurts so much but I was so hungry. Thor was the first to speak up. "Who wants pizza?" Everyone raised their hands. He went and heated up a cheese pizza for me and Tony, whilst everyone else had pepperoni. I inhaled half the pizza, but something was off. My mouth filled with bile, and I quickly pointed to the trash can. Mr Stark shoved it into my hands, and rubbed circles in my back as my pizza and some blood came up and out of my mouth. Everyone came over, and soon I was seeing spots. I tried standing up, but I blacked out.

=Tony's P.O.V=
I lifted the boy off of his wheelchair. Bruce and I ran to the hospital wing, and I laid him down on a bed. "He's lost too much blood. Get me a blood bag. O- quick!"  I ran across the room, and Bruce hooked Peter up to a blood pump. I watched as the boy stirred, grasping for something to hold. I caught his hand, held it, and squeezed it to let him know he was safe. He jolted awake, with a frightened look in his eyes. "You ok kid?" He shook his head. Of course he wasn't ok! He'd thrown up twice in two hours. "You hungry." He nodded his head violently. I got the message. I walked away, into the kitchen, where I was flooded with questions, all of which I ignored. I made the kid some toast, and carried it back to him. "Th'nks Mr Stark." He took the plate of toast, eating it slowly and swallowing very carefully. It took him about 30 minutes to eat the toast. Soon however, it came back up. Straight onto his bedsheets. I rubbed his back, and I could feel his spine! I was about to ask a very inappropriate question, but it had to be done. "Pete, can you lift up your shirt, please?" He looked shocked and violated at the same time. "Wha-No! Why?" I explained that I could feel his spine and I was worried. He reluctantly lifted his soaked hospital robe up to his shoulders. I took a sharp inhale. I can see his in tire skeletal system apart from his skull. Out of nowhere, the kid collapsed. This disease he has, is starving himself to death.