"Please just come over, I need you,"I begged again over the phone.
"Harley, I said I'm cool where i am, okay？," Peter replied.
"My brothers are out and am finding it hard to breathe, please I need you here." I lied.
Its been two days since I left the hospital and Peter has been avoiding me like a plaque. The same thing with Oliver maybe he, is still mad at me.
"Okay, okay don't move, I'm on my way."
I could hear things moving and slamming as he ran around.
"Keep talking, you would be fine okay."
Oh my, I made him concern now.
his going to be pissed when he gets here.
"Here you still there," he questioned, distractedly.
Breaking me out of my thoughts.
"I said am finding it hard to breathe, I'm not dying."
"Why the f**k would your brothers leave you at home alone."
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