Chapter 23 Don't Say Sorry
"boom!"

A burst of flames shot up into the sky!
Above the flames, steel roof panels, wood and shredded paper were scattered all over the sky, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of oil and smoke.

The entire playground was brightly lit, as if it was illuminated by lightning in an instant.

A moment later, the shock wave of the explosion spread around.

The garbage on the playground whizzed past, followed by a heat wave.

Gwen, who had just gotten off the car, stretched out her hand to try to block the heat wave, but was pushed back.

A pungent smell hit her nose, and Gwen's head felt dizzy.

What happened next was played out in slow motion.

She saw flames rising in the distance, a burning stage, and the sound of police cars sirens blaring in the distance.

And there is Peter who comes into his sight in slow motion.

His arms reached out, trying to catch himself.

"Snapped!"

Peter took Gwen's hand and held her unconscious.

Sparks from the explosion flew towards the two men, and Peter slightly turned sideways, blocking them with his back.

Looking down at the unconscious Gwen, Peter picked her up by the waist.

Looking back at Frank who was completely dead, he carried Gwen towards the entrance of the playground.

After everything was settled, the police officers from the New York Police Department finally arrived.

George Stacy jumped out of the car as fast as he could and ran towards the burning playground without caring about the danger.

"Hurry up and answer the phone! Gwen! Answer the phone!"

He ran and growled softly, looking down at the phone in his hand.

He kept trying to call Gwen's cell phone but couldn't get through.

When he finally reached the playground entrance, he saw Gwen's friend Gloria.

"Hey, Glory, have you seen Gwen?"

Gloria, who was waiting anxiously, felt relieved when she saw George Stacy.

Before she could finish her words, there was a deafening explosion.

The heat wave blew out from inside the stadium.

The two of them stepped back subconsciously to avoid the heat waves that were hitting their faces.

"Gwen's still in there!"

Glory coughed, holding his chest and shouted to George Stacy.

"Damn it!"

Hearing that his daughter was still inside, George gritted his teeth and threw the phone to the ground.

"Get out of here, Glory, it's still dangerous."

After taking off his clothes, George put his coat on Gloria, then kicked open the wire door and prepared to rush inside.

But soon a figure appeared in the firelight, which made him stunned.

Peter, covered in black, holding Gwen in his arms, slowly walked out of the flames.

Behind him were flying sparks and falling water droplets.

The "beeping" sound of burning flames, the "hissing" sound of water splashing from fire hydrants, and the sirens coming from afar formed a reverberation in the stadium at this moment.

Gloria stood there, watching Peter walk out of the flames, and was as stunned as George.

"P-Peter?!"

George Stacy looked at Peter who was standing in front of him, holding Gwen.

He could never imagine the scene before him.

Peter walked out of the all-consuming flames holding his daughter.
"She's fine, she just fainted."

Peter lowered his head and looked at Gwen's face. His solemn expression relaxed a little, then he looked up and said to George Stacy.

George Stacy took Gwen from Peter in a daze and opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But Peter didn't stay and turned away.

Cars with flashing red lights and sirens blaring gradually gathered here.

Fire trucks and ambulances also drove over here.

George Stacy hugged Gwen and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​calling Peter.

The most important thing now is to confirm the condition of my daughter.

Gwen woke up from the nightmare with a gasp. She felt like she was trapped in the sea grass and it was difficult to breathe.

At first she struggled desperately, trying to tear off the seaweed that was entangled around her head and neck, but she suddenly heard a strange sound.

A rapid and sharp sound came into her ears!

A shark with its bloody mouth wide open suddenly swam in front of him along the seaweed.

A rotten smell penetrated her nostrils and permeated her whole body.

She was awakened and struggled desperately to stand up, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Peter.

Peter was bending over her, his hands on her shoulders.

"Don't move, or the gauze will open."

Her right ear was covered with a thin layer of gauze.

At this time, Peter was helping her press the yellow gauze that had accidentally fallen off.

Gwen blinked, taking in the familiar scent coming from Peter.

"I'm not sleeping?"

she asked Peter quietly.

"No."

“Not in a dream either.”

"I don't think so."

Gwen stood up slightly, resting her back against the pillows, and took in her surroundings.

White sheets and the pungent smell of disinfectant.

I should be in the hospital.

Gwen felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to say, so she blurted out, "I'm sorry."

Peter looked at Gwen and raised an eyebrow, "Why are you saying sorry?"

"This is a complicated matter, and it's all my fault."

She said guiltily.

Frank came to school because of himself.

If it weren't for me, so many students wouldn't have been killed, and I wouldn't have implicated Peter.

"If it's complicated, don't think about it."

Peter didn't want to ask any more questions, so he looked at the scenery outside the window and said, "You should just lie down here and rest."

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"one day."

"And Frank?"

What she is most concerned about now is whether the culprit has been punished.

Peter sat down in a chair beside the bed and said, "He's dead. You hit him hard."

"I"

Gwen took a deep breath, feeling a pain in her chest.

The wound here was probably caused by the steering wheel hitting him while he was driving.

"I don't think the impact was fatal to him. It was you who did it, right, Peter?"

Gwen looked at Peter with burning eyes, as if she wanted to see through the secrets in him.

Peter shook his head. "No, of course it wasn't me. Gloria can prove it. You drove in like a madman."

Gwen was a little speechless, but soon she glared at Peter, "Do you think I will believe it?"

"meeting."

"I don't think so, because if I believed I could do it, I would be the dumbest woman ever."

Gwen looked at Peter and said, "I know my abilities. I'm just a lucky girl."

"You're more than just lucky, Gwen."

Peter stood up as he spoke, "I have something else to do, so I have to go first. Take care of your injuries and don't let your mind wander."

Gwen lay on the bed, staring blankly at Peter as he left.

After a while, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Feeling the warmth of the sun outside, she lay down, "It's a nice day today."

(End of this chapter)