@starlitmultiverse liked for a starter w/ dna-explosion Peter
"Mr - Doctor - Oct - I think - I think I need your help." he was a little breathless, wide eyed, but talking thickly, too. Drool wouldn't stop running down his face, and his eyes were bloodshot and shining with tears - or at least watering. He inhaled sharply, a nasty cluster of swollen spots on his forehead.
"Something's - something's wrong with me, I - I got in - I got in this - this fight and - and he did soemthing, I - I don't know what but it hurts -"













