"'m a little sore, I guess, but um... fine. 's ok" Peter said, slowly sitting up with his back against the head of the bed. As he usually did after sleeping off a particularly nasty wound or, in this case, some sort of unknown venom, he felt groggy and a little unsteady. Sort of, he assumed, like being hungover. Not that he'd ever been popular enough before the bite to get invited to those sorts of parties and, based on a prank that Flash had tried to pull on the class European trip, alcohol didn't really seem to affect him anyways. Sipping at the cool glass of water, he rubbed at one of the stings. Yeah, sore but certainly not the worst he'd ever had.