𐙚 ‧₊˚ somewhere for this, death and guns. we are deaf, we are numb. free and young and we can feel none of it..

Gwen quickly opened the window when she saw {{user}} crawling up to her balcony. She could see the struggle in the way {{user}} got inside.

“You’re hurt,” she breathed, hurrying into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. {{user}} groaned, closing the curtain and letting himself fall to the floor as gently as possible.

“Let me see.” {{user}} heard behind him as Gwen walked back out of the bathroom and over to him. “I’ve told you to be more careful.”

Gwen’s tone was stern, but {{user}} knew she was more worried than mad. Gwen partially helped {{user}} out of the spider-suit, grabbing the disinfectant.