35. Despite the Clichés

As I approached Peter's room in the infirmary, my mind was a jumble. Wanda just waved me through, hardly looking up as I carried a couple of slices of pizza to Peter.

Pushing open the door, I found him sitting up, looking markedly better than the last time I was here. Both of his eyes were finally open, and the bruise covering the entire side of his face was finally fading to almost nothing.

"Hey, you're looking a lot better," I remarked, genuinely relieved to see him recovering.

"Thanks, dude. I feel much better, thankfully. My parents were threatening to come get me if I didn't get out of this bed soon. So, they're letting me go back to class... and even to practice tomorrow," Peter responded. I handed him the pizza, and he started eating it immediately.

The food here was torturing him here, too. I wondered if anyone else was bringing him stuff to hold him over like they were me. Surely they were.

"You made the team?" This was a new development. I looked for his name on the l