Felicia quietly took off her mask after laying Spiderman down on her bed. She stopped teh bleeding by tying pieces of cloth tightly. She wasn't sure who had shot those bullets.

She thought of taking off his mask, but she did a double take. She had caused him enough stress already. The least she could do was to respect his privacy. As she reached for her brush, she heard a low groan and turned to see Spiderman rolling around on her bed. Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered the little girl whom she had let die-all over some stupid rock. She angrily threw the brush to the other side of the room, and it caused a huge dent to form.

"Is this all worth it?" thought Felicia as she clutched the sides of the dresser and stared at herself in the mirror. This had all been for her father, but was the life of a young girl over a stupid rock and a mad man with green tentacles all worth it?

"MJ...Uncle Ben." Felicia turned to see the superhero muttering words of people whom she didn't know. Her anger and her torture returned. If she didn't do something soon, she would have the death of another person on her soul and the cries of hundreds of people who cared and depended on him.

"But what the hell am I supposed to do? I can't just saunter into a hospital," thought Felicia. She slammed her fists onto the table in anger-not just at herself, but at the Kingpin and her father and her mother-for deceiving her all this time, for hiding the truth from her, and using her. She was sick of it, and she wanted to change it. Suddenly, the thought of an old family friend struck her.

Quickly, Felicia reached for her phone and stopped. 'Then she'll know that...' She quickly placed it back on her receiver. She paced up and down and glanced at her alarm clock. It was hard to believe that almost three whole hours had passed since the incident. She knew that the superhero was passed out cold, and he was in a delirious state. Her anger boiled over as she felt useless, and if there was one thing Felicia despised, it was uselessness and helplessness.

"I'll have to risk it," thought Felicia as she reached for the phone again and dialed her best friend's cell.

Gwen and MJ were both waiting anxiously in the hospital. It had definitely been one wild ride. MJ was crazy. She almost ran over a sidewalk trying to get to the closest hospital, and she nearly crashed into another car. Fortunately, both of them were very much alive, and there were no injuries. Now, the only thing that would calm them both was if Aunt May came out of this alive.

Gwen couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. If she had held onto the remote, maybe, Aunt May would still be alive. 'Then again, she would have found out eventually...' Suddenly, her pink cell rang. MJ shot a quick glance at her.

Gwen shruggedas she pulled it out and stared at the number flashing on the screen. "Felicia? Why would she be calling now?" She flipped it open. "Hello?"


"What's wrong, Felicia?" asked Gwen worriedly. Something was not right in her tone, and she could hear utter silence in the background. Usually, there was some sort of yoga video or music in the background.

"Come to my apartment now."

"Why? I have a big emergency here," said Gwen as she stared at MJ sitting down on a chair.

"Gwen, I can't explain now."

"Well, you better because I can't leave now. I'm pretty sure it can wait Felicia."

"I know you're mad at me because I couldn't get to see that "great friend" of yours, but I had something important to do, Gwen. Really, really important...uh...business matters."

Now, Gwen was mad. How could Felicia bring this up now? Most importantly, how could her best friend, Felicia Hardy, lie to her?Gwen knew that Felicia could care LESS about business matters. Felicianever was and never would be interested in business.At that moment, she forgot about Felicia's worried tone and the utter silence, and instead, she felt complete and total hatred towards Felicia.

"Felicia, what the hell is your problem?!? My friend's aunt is dying in the hospital right now! What could be more important than that?!?!" hissed Gwen in a low whisper, "I don't know what's gotten into you. You're never there when I want you to, and you make up these stupid lame excuses to cover up. You could at least tell me the TRUTH."

Felicia paused as she felt the words sting her and cut through her very being. Suddenly, she heard another soft moan escape the hero's lips. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 'I wish I could Gwen.'

"Gwen, I can't tell you right now, but there's someone here who needs help, and it's not me."

"Yeah, right. I don't have time for games. Don't you dare call me again."

Before Felicia could further argue, Gwen hung up.

"Who was that?" asked MJ curiously as she walked towards Gwen.

Gwen quickly looked up after turning her cell off.

"No one important," replied Gwen with a forced smile.

Felicia stared at her phone as the low hum of her best friend hanging up on her filled the room.

"UGH!" screamed Felicia as she slammed it back. What the fuck was she gonna do now? Not only had Gwen not believed her, but she didn't trust Felicia anymore and didn't want to see or hear her. She had no one to turn to, and the only person who could have helped her was now pissed at her for 'lying.' She could go to the Kingpin for help, but he'd probably do something to Spiderman and cause him to go bad. She could turn to her mother, who would go nuts. She could try calling Gwen again, who would hang up on her for sure.

No, she had to figure this out on her own. How much more time was left though? Her fingers traced the hero's glove and she slowly pulled it off. His skin was so cold, so clammy, and so...deathly pale...that it scared her. She felt his pulse, which was still pretty steady, but slowly-ever so slowly-fading. At the rate that his pulse was beating now, she figured that she had about a day left.

She racked her brain for more sources-people she could turn to. Suddenly, Dr. Connors came up. Her Empire State professor was a surgeon, and although he had to give up his dream because he had lost his hand, he might be able to help her...somehow. She couldn't go to him as Felicia Hardy. He would realize thatsomething was going on, and it wouldn't take him long to figure it out. But, she could go to him as her alter ego.

Author's Note: All right, happy new year everyone! I hope everyone still is reading, and I hope you enjoy it. I know...I haven't updated in a long time, and the break's nearly over. I promise that I'll update at LEAST monthly, though, from now on. All right, again, happy new year! 2005, here we come! LOL.