With great power, comes great responsibility.

"A while," Mary Jane murmured about as reassuringly as she could, fingertips just barely stroking his hair. She wanted desperately to touch him more, but even knowing where he was and wasn't injured, she was afraid to, like she might do something wrong and make all of this even worse just by letting her skin brush against his. How long he was going to be like this wasn't really even something she had let herself think about, and now, all she could do was try to make the best of it for him. Rubbing uselessly at her eyes with her free hand, she inhaled deeply, gaze fixing briefly on the ceiling before she settled it on him again. "It's gonna take some time. After what happened, you're just lucky to be alive."