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Peter had been feeling off all day and knew it what it was. He'd been diagnosed with cvs a year ago, after many, many episodes. He knew the feeling all to well, The churning in his stomach and the pain in his hands.
"Fuck." He groaned. Giving up to his fate, he slowly got up from bed and sat Infront of the toilet bowl, shaking.
After sitting there for about 10 minutes with nothing happening FRIDAY spoke up from the ceiling.
"Tony would like to know if you need assistance, Mr Parker."
"No Fri, I'm all goo-" Peter cut himself off with a harsh sounding gag. He scrambled to position himself over the toilet just in time for him to projectile vomit into the bowl.
Then Tony walked in.
"Hey, you're okay." Tony said softly, rushing to his sons side. He rubbed peters back as he kept heaving harshly.
"What happened bud?" Tony asked out softly when Peter seemed to catch his breath. "Uh-flare." Was all Peter could seemed to mumble out right before retching again and Tony cringed as it splashed loudly against the water.
"You're alright, take deep breaths, Pete."
"I-I thought it was o-over. It hasn't...happened for so long." Peter whispered. Tony stroked the hair out of peters eyes and rubbed his back reassuringly.
Poor kid couldn't seem to catch a break. It had been 2 hours and they were still hauled up in the bathroom as Peter dry heaved spitting out bile.
"Tony, g-go. I can hand-handle it." Peter said, he really wanted to be alone right now, he always did when he sick. He was so embarrassed.
"Take your shirt of buddy it's dirty and you look really uncomfortable," Tony pointed out, ignoring what Peter had said.
"No...it's cold," Peter managed to groan out.
Tony smiled softly but helped Peter out of the shirt despite Peter's protests.
Just as Tony began to think Peter was done he started dry heaving again.
"Peter, there's nothing left in your stomach to throw up. I think calling Bruce is a better option." Tony said worriedly.
Surprisingly, Peter did agree.
As they waited in the Medbay, Bruce had made Peter take some biscuits and drink some water just to see if it would stay down or if he would need an IV. Unfortunately though they all made a reappearance all over peters clothes and the floor. It all just flooded out of Peters mouth and wouldn't stop.
Maybe they should've got the bin.
"Hey pete, Peter try to breath your not giving yourself a break." Bruce said worriedly. wow Bruce thanks for the help! Peter thought sarcastically.
"Well he obviously needs an IV so all we have to do now, is hope this is only a 24 hour flare up."