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Peter was drifting, the crushed-velvet sky and cold ground melting around him. Sharp pain flitted between the fading world, dripping sticky red.
Someone was talking to him, a rambling voice that almost sounded scared. Peter wondered who it was, fighting the melting sky to listen.
“It’s gonna be okay, Pete,” Ben soothed as they sat in the doctor’s office, Peter’s arm hanging at an odd angle. He had fallen out of a tree, his arm snapping oddly when he tried to catch himself.
“I’ll bet everyone at school will want to sign your cast, buddy,” Ben said when Peter didn’t reply.
Peter nodded, tears dripping down his face. “Will you sign it too?”
Ben looked taken aback for a second, then smiled. “Of course, kid.”
Peter leaned into his side, his sniffling subsiding. If Ben said that it was going to be okay, then it had to be.
“Peter, please, kid, open your eyes.”
Peter wasn’t sure what to make of the voice. It sounded familiar, but it couldn’t have been Ben. Could it have? He couldn’t remember.
“Goddamnit, Peter, please wake up.”
That didn’t sound like Ben. But still, it was so familiar.
It didn’t matter that much anyway, because pain was searing through his chest and he cried out before he could stop himself.
The voice came back, softer this time, and then Peter knew it had to be Ben, because who else would comfort him like that?
“I know, Pete, I know. You’re gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.”
Peter almost didn’t believe it, but he trusted the voice, he trusted Ben.
“No- no kid, come on, stay with me, Pete-“
Peter drifted, his hold on the world dissolving.
It was going to be okay.