10-06-2016, 08:36 PM
Peter was stuck on the bed, his hips ached and his legs were still numb as he leaked still but tried thinking about something else. About his wife and their child, the thought made him smile even just slightly through his small grimace. Though he was brought out of his thoughts at the feeling of weight on his chest and he frowned slightly, attempting to wave it off to no avail. Soon though a new feeling of almost relief was tugging at his chest and he turned his head slightly to open his eyes, looking at what was causing the feeling. It was a small, grub like thing, squishy and grey, making little squeaks as it was latched onto his chest by what looked like an almost human face. Peter glared at it slightly, though was too exhausted to attempt and do much else as he simply closed his eyes and let it feed. The eggs he had laid in the storage room had hatched, well, the ones that were viable did and those made their way to him.
BeWaRe ThE pRiMe NuMbErS
