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WHO: Peter and Open
WHERE: Diner
WHAT: Peter got kinda wrecked.
WHEN: After Ah! Real Monsters
WARNINGS: injured fifteen year old.

1. Backdated to the Day of | A rough first day back | Diner

Thankfully, whatever that was, is over now but Peter's not feeling... great. He's upset about his webfluid even though he knew it would run out eventually and he's really sore. Getting slammed through and into a wall will do that to a person.

He's sore all over and his ears are still ringing. He's also pretty sure he's got a bruised a rib or two but another few hours and that should heal up just fine. After the fight he drags himself to the diner because he's gonna need a lot of energy to keep his healing factor-thing working and this is the best place to get food at the moment. Except that he's not particularly hungry.

Really, he just wants to curl up and sleep. He should eat, he knows he should but that just sounds like so much work and his head is killing him. Sorry Tommy, he's gonna lay his head down on the table and catch a few z's before he does anything else today.

2. A few days after the Monsters | Webfluid 4.0 | Whale Comb Sent Her - Network Post

It's been a few days and Peter is mostly healed over. His ribs are still a little sore so maybe cracked them rather than just bruised them. That's not gonna stop him though, he needs to get more web fluid and fast

Peter's used some of his tokens to get a few chemicals he'll need to make his webbing. The biggest problem is that he can't very accurately measure out what he's doing and also he's limited on supplies. If this doesn't work then he's gonna be out more fluid until next month.

He also doesn't have anything to write his measurements down with. Maybe this was a terrible idea. He looks around the Whale Comb Sent her and lets out a breath. This probably isn't the best place for this anyway. He pulls his communicator out and checks to see if he has any messages before switching it to video.

{ Network Post - Video }

[ the feed snaps on and Peter is wearing a brand new shirt. He's still looking a little tired but if anyone saw him after the monster fight well, he looks much better then he did then. ]

Hey guys. I need to make more web fluid but I don't really know where to do that? I just need like a flat table and does anyone have like test tubes I could borrow?

long story short - I'm completely out and that's not gonna be good for the next time I get thrown into a monster fight. So, if anyone wants to volunteer a room that'd be awesome.

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Yeah, full on teenager, she's not shocked. Her hand delves into a pocket and she pulls out a bottle of pain pills which she holds out to him.

"A serious pain that could inhibit your ability to find satisfying rest," she answered.

Peter glances over to see that she's trying to hand him. They look like ordinary pain killers to him and he is sorely tempted to take them but that would be really wasteful and supplies are limited.

"First of all, bold of you to assume I ever get satisfying rest." He mouths off. "And second of all, thanks but I've got a enhanced metabolism so you're way better off offering those to someone that's not gonna just burn through it in... ten-fifteen minutes tops." He states, trying not to wince too badly as he sits up a bit better.

"I'll heal in like... a few hours so I should be fine. Thanks though."

Really? She's getting so tired of people who are like that. How is she supposed to handle this knowledge?

The doctor sighs and puts the bottle back before checking the watch on her wrist.

"Come by the hospital before you want to sleep. I've been testing a new sedative that might help with the sleep, made from those strange daisies here. The pills taste like chicken though. I can't change that for some reason."

Of all the things Peter had expected to come of his snarky comment being offered sedatives was.. well, it was on the list but but not high on the list. He's honestly not too sure how to respond to that.

Sleep would be nice but at the same time, think of all things he can get done if he's not asleep.

"Uh.. I'll think about it?" He offers, voice squeaking slightly at the end, much to his displeasure. "Remember, I'm enhanced though, so normal strength sedative might not work for me."

What a strange young man. Near puberty perhaps. Intriguing. Where did his powers come from? Well, that wasn't relevant.

"That's alright. Testing higher end effects would not be remiss. We seem to have a lot of 'not biological average' humans here."

"Yeah, it's an ongoing promotion; buy ten super heroes and get the eleventh one free." He jokes.

He's still not too sure on the idea of being a guineapig but he's also, at his heart, a people pleaser and it would be helping more than just this lady out.

"Yeah, I'll do it just.. needles freak me out." He admits, shuddering at the thought. "I had a lot of medical problems growing up-" Says the fifteen year old "-and just, no thank you."

"I'll have to invest in that then," she says as she sits across from him. Don't mind her.

"No needles for this. I prefer to create oral medications when I can. Unfortunately they can be a bit bitter, and I am not yet ready to test if adding fruit juice will help or hurt."

Oh, she's joining him. He sucks in a breath sits up, face scrunching up in pain for a second as he readjusts. He might be healing but until he's healed it still hurts like hell.

"You'll have to ask the Agrii to get you one of those punch cards so you can keep up with how many you have." Yes, he's in a lot of pain and his voice probably betrays this but if he has a chance to continue his joke then, goddamn it, he is going to continue his stupid jokes.

"I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Parker."

"That sounds like a waste of time. I've heard they're terrible at requests," she points out. But she doesn't know for sure.

"Tae Takemi. A pleasure to meet you Mister Parker."

"It'd probably be easier if there wasn't a language barrier but-" He shrugs because there definitely is one. 'Soup Lies' and all. Oh well, they're trying their best.

"So, is there a reason you're sitting across from me? Not that I mind, of course-just.. I don't know. just wondering?"

"Languages are hard to learn, even if you don't grow up with them."

Hell, Tae always considered herself lucky that the Japanese education system stressed learning English. Mostly because of academic papers, but it was useful.

"Just trying to check in on you. Doctors do sometimes get concerned, kid."

He should have realized she was a doctor and he'll blame the fact he didn't on how completely exhausted he is. Still, he's a little embarrassed to admit he'd completely missed that. He probably wouldn't have been quite so vocal about his medical problems or that fact everything felt sore.

"Oh! You don't have to do that-I'm-I heal really fast so there's nothing to worry about." He assures her. "And all that stuff about everything hurting-I was being dramatic 'cause I'm, you know, fifteen. I do that."

"Uh huh," she says, rolling her eyes. She doesn't believe your backtracking Peter. She slips back out of the booth and gets to her feet.

"Take care of yourself, kid. When you need those super powered sedatives, let me know."

Yeah, he's really not a great liar. Which is a little concerning considering he is a vigilante superhero.

He lets out a deep sigh when it obvious she isn't buying that and winces slightly as that was maybe just a little too deep as it upset his ribs. Which, in turn has him trying to hide that he just winced.

"Yeah, I'll do that." Peter assures her, probably lying still.

He's about as skilled as Ren, which was not a good sign at all. And he's just as good at hiding his pain.

"You know, just because you heal fast is no reason not to seek medical assistance when you're badly injured. It's okay to ask for help."

"I know." Peter says quickly, maybe a little too quickly. "And I will. When I need it." He assure her. He of course means, when he thinks he needs it. Which could mean he'll be in for really minor things or never because he heals fast and he doesn't want to waste anyone's time.

"I'll see you around." He offers an awkward, slightly dishonest smile.

When he needs it? The woman sighs, because h clearly needs it. Quite a bit. But she's learned she can't force anyone to do what was best for them medically. It would be tiring if she could she supposed.

"Of course. Just be careful of those ribs. I think I might have seen someone that looked like you get thrown into a building. That can be miserable for bones."

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