Peter was.. well, disoriented for one. Very disoriented. He honestly had no clue what was going on. Who were the people surrounding him? Who was he? Well, no, he knew who he was. Probably. But who were you?

You weren’t one of the many people gathered around his bedside, asking him a flurry of questions he couldn’t concentrate on. You were a darling bombshell doing god knows what, though. Peter sure as hell didn’t know.

After making it through questions that just repeated themselves, Peter was left alone to rest. Left alone to ponder who you were. What.. what this was. The feeling he had when his heart squeezed in his chest and he got all nauseous, that was.

He was even more embarrassed when you turned around and spotted him staring back, for some reason. It was like the world had stopped spinning, and it was just you and him, and he felt as if he could just float over to you and everything would be.. well, whatever the feeling in his chest was.

But as you approached him, he had the overwhelming urge to scowl or pout or do literally anything his heart was telling him not to do.

“Can I help you?” He sneered, although he was the one who needed help to be fair.