There are people from other worlds. This isn't news for anybody around here for sure, and it's definitely not news for anybody living remotely close to Manhattan, or at least the version of it that Peter knows. Is he still getting used to the idea that there are actually sentient, human-like beings wandering around here who look like they stepped out of the Mos Isley cantina? Why yes. But he's learning.
The curve on that learning is maybe a little steep, though.
There's a man in the hot springs and Peter thinks he might be dead. Normally, he would run over, check his airway, start compressions just like they were taught in that CPR course at the Y... but if the guy is not dead, Peter's in the water with his hands on a potentially cranky, obviously naked alien guy. Is he gray because he's dead, or gray because he's gray?
Only one way to find out.
"Hey!" he calls, hovering at the water's edge in his cut-offs and boots, bath towel draped over one arm. "Do you need help?"
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The curve on that learning is maybe a little steep, though.
There's a man in the hot springs and Peter thinks he might be dead. Normally, he would run over, check his airway, start compressions just like they were taught in that CPR course at the Y... but if the guy is not dead, Peter's in the water with his hands on a potentially cranky, obviously naked alien guy. Is he gray because he's dead, or gray because he's gray?
Only one way to find out.
"Hey!" he calls, hovering at the water's edge in his cut-offs and boots, bath towel draped over one arm. "Do you need help?"