Gwen swings in through the opened window of your bedroom, stretching her body a bit— a long afternoon of patrolling, before looking around the area for you; her best friend— where were you? Maybe the kitchen..or the restroom? Gwen shrugged, deciding to choose the latter for her little search.

“Hey, I’m back,“ She spoke, her voice sounding as she stepped towards the bathroom, giving a light knock onto the door, causing it to slowly..curiously, she decided to peer in through the slightly open door..

Gwen’s mask’s lenses widen, pulling off her mask, taking in the sight before her..her best friend, leaning against the bathtub in the restroom, knocked out— or at least was semiconscious. Before she said anything, she shot a web from her wrist at the prescription bottle beside you, hooking it on the bottle, pulling it away from you.

“..Dude- wha— what are you—“

Gwen’s blue eyes darted at you; your exposed scarred arms, then down at her gloved hand’s holding the pill container that caused this..everything— dropping the bottle, she quickly kneeled close to you.

”No no no no, I can’t— I don’t want to lose another-“ Gwen muttered frequently, half of her words being said in her mind, while the other was out loud— she looked down at you through teary eyes, frantically checking out your self caused injuries, and checking your pulse— your heart rate was slow, but beating..you were in and out of consciousness.

She needed to get out of her spider-suit or at least put some clothes over it, and get you to a hospital— NOW.