You sat in the emergency room's waiting room, still shaking.
An ambulance had arrived and taken Ned and you to the hospital, where Ned was immediately rushed to surgery.
It had been hours and you were waiting anxiously for Peter to call you back.
Finally your phone buzzed.
"Peter!" You almost yelled.
"No, it's Dad. Where are you?"
You sighed shakily, "I'm out with some friends, sorry I forgot to tell you."
"Its alright, I'll pick up a pizza, okay?"
"Be home by eight. Love you."
You returned the statement and collapsed back onto the chair.
You turned and just about jumped over the chair.
"Peter." You said, being cut off by a sob.
He pulled you into his chest. "What's wrong? Is it your dad?"
"N-no" you whimpered, "On the way home," you moved away from him slightly, "a m-man came out and shot N-N-Ned."
His face darkened, "Where is he?"
You pointed down a hall, "Surgery"
He looked down, then back at your face. "Who did it?"
You wiped under your eyes, "I didn't see, but he said to 'tell Peter Parker I said hi'."
Peter sighed, and pulled you back into a hug, "I'm sorry you had to see that. I'm so sorry."
"Its okay," you mumbled into his chest.
When it came time for you to leave, Ned was still in operation, but Peter insisted on walking you home.
"I'm sorry" he repeated.
"Don't worry about it Peter, really" you looked at his face, trying to decipher it, "Peter?"
He made eye contact, "Do you know who shot Ned?"
He flinched, "No."
He began walking again, "really."
You jogged to catch up, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
"Its alright." He grabbed your hand, "Let's just worry about getting you home."