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We Need Help

One More Day pt. 1

(So this is like how I did the Sins Past mini series cause I like doing these. I did do this as a RP prompt though so it may be familiar to like two of you. It's also a comic so like...yeah. But this is after an alternate version(comic) of CW)

"It's my fault. I never should have revealed my identity to the world. Never should have left May and Rachael alone. We should have skipped town. Left the state. Left the country. Left the planet. Gone anywhere. Anywhere they could not find us. But we didn't. And when Kingpin sent someone to kill me. May took the bullet. And now she's dying. It should be me on the table, not her. My fault. I'd give anything, do anything, to bring her back from the edge. To have just one more day with her." Peter thinks as he stands over the side of May's hospital bed waiting for news about her condition. It didn't look good though, she wasn't breathing on her own and they were all at risk for even being in a public building at all.

Rachael snaked her arms around him from behind, giving him a light squeeze. She rested her head on his shoulder, knowing he wasn't taking this very well.

"Sorry, it's been quite a night out there." The doctor sighs walking into the room. "...The emergency room is maxed out and we've all had to pull double shifts. Anyway, I'm Doctor Fine, I've been assigned to review the case of your aunt...May Morgan. So you are..."

"Peter Morgan." Peter replies not turning to look at the doctor, he kept his gaze on May almost afraid to look away.

"Her nephew." The doctor says.

"Right." Peter nods.

"Hmm...that's odd...says here she was admitted without any kind of I.D...no driver's license, life insurance-" The doctor says raising an eyebrow as he reads over her medical chart.

"She...we left all that at home, in the rush to get her here." Rachael says covering for them, being a fugitive made all of this so much harder.

"Um, hmmm...She doesn't have any insurance does she?" The doctor asks.

"I don't understand, what's all that got to do with-" Peter says anger bubbling inside him from all of his questions.

"Look, I'm not an administrator, I don't get into billing options...I'm just trying to help you because- Obviously, we're going to do all we can to make your aunt comfortable. But the hospitals resources are thin on the best of days, and today...well, unless they can get some kind of indication of ability to pay, she'll have to be moved into the charity care ward, unless Medicare or the Welfare Department can arrange some kind of-" The doctor explains.

"Welfare...? Charity Ward?" Peter interrupts his anger starting to boil over. "This is my aunt!"

"Peter-" Rachael says softly placing her hand on his shoulder.

"She is not a charity case!" Peter shouts his palms tightening into fists. "You just try to move her to that place and I'll-"

"Mr. ... Morgan, was it? Your aunt...doesn't even know where she is. We're barely picking up brain function, just synaptic echoes. She could be here, or in a room at the Ritz Hotel, or...I'm sorry." The doctor sighs. "If you had some kind of insurance, that would be one thing. A bottomless checkbook would be even better. I'm not sure any of the big-ticket treatments would help her in any event. In the end, they'd end up bankrupting you, and I don't think she'd want that."