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Gwen was falling. Gwen was falling to her ****. It was the most painful memory he had. The one moment he would give anything to change. The moment he failed the woman he loved.

Only this time it was different. Things were changing.

He was falling after her, having lept from the bridge after her, he shot out two weblines, past Gwen to the base of the bridge support and once anchored he yanked with all his might. Slingshotting him forward as fast as he could go to catch up to Gwen. He dropped his weblines and opened his arms wide to grab the woman he loved. The moment he closed his arms around her was the greatest elation he had every felt. He torqued his body to the side and freeing a hand he shot off a webline to swing Gwen to safety. A last minute save, the ground had been getting awful close.

His joy was short lived as his spidersense flashed thru his head. He'd taken his eyes off his enemy. In a panic he'd looked up and spotted the Green Goblin closing in on him and lobbing several pumpkin bombs towards them. He tried to shield Gwen as much as he could, turning to make sure his back was between her and the bombs.

The explosions were excruciating. Screaming in pain as they went flying he tried to hold onto his webline to at least keep them from falling to their deaths. Finally prying his eyes open from the pain h had enough time to realize his mistake. He'd been so concerned with the bombs behind him that he never considered what was behind Gwen. The explosion sent them flying in the side of the bridge support, the back of Gwen's head colliding with the side of the bridge. The sound Gwen's head made when it hit the bridge made his worry. The blot of blood left on the bridge made him yell. He held onto the bridge side for a moment before reorienting and leaping off, webbing out a line and heading for the cop car he saw on the side of the river. They could get Gwen to safety, to a hospital.

He landed in front of the two bewildered cops and all but screamed at them, "Get her to a hospital. She's been hurt."

The cop on the left opened his mouth to say something. He didn't- Gwen didn't- have time for that. He lost his cool and roared at the man, "GET HER TO THE DAMN HOSPITAL! NOW!"

The cop on the right opened the back door and motioned for him to lay Gwen down. Once he was out of the way the other cop climbed into the back to stay with Gwen while the first cop got behind the wheel and started driving off.

And then things returned to how they had been. He followed the Green Goblin. And they had a fight to ****. He won, the Goblin lost. Killed by his own hubris, speared by his own glider.

Things were changing. Again.

Gwen was alive. Alive but in a coma. A long torturous year. And then one day she wasn't. Before he could see her he had to talk to her Doctor, the man had some unexpected medical developments to explain. He and MJ were sitting in front of Gwen's Doctor and the Doctor looked uncomfortable.

"I don't... I don't understand." MJ said.

The Doctor looked away and with a long sigh he rubbed at his eyes. "I know it's odd. It's not exactly... normal, you could say, but then the brain is mysterious. There's a lot about it we still don't understand. What we do know is that sometimes when a person suffers an injury to the brain there unexpected consequences. There can be behavioral differences from the prior behavior."

"Bu- but that's what the coma- You said that she was healing!" MJ snapped.

He put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze, "MJ. What is it Gwen is... what behavior is she exhibiting."

The Doctor looked down and huffed, "Well, you see there are-"

"Doctor, please!" MJ whimpered, "Tell us what's wrong with Gwen."

"Ms. Stacy is suffering from a...well, allow me to put this delicately," the Doctor fidgeted, "you can call it a mania of a sexual nature."

"Say what?" MJ gaped. He just slowly nodded his head mutual uncomprehending stupor.

"Gwen is suffering from what a layman would call, Nymphomania. also known as hypersexuality" The Doctor answered. "The blow to her head has left her with an unwanted and uncontrollable compulsion for sex. "

"Riiiight." He drawled out.

"Say what?" MJ blinked.

"Uhhh," He focused on the Doctor in front of him, "So, um, what, uh, do you do to cure, urm, nymphomania?"

The Doctor seemed to be relieved as the topic was turning away from what was ailing Gwen to what could be done to help Gwen. "Well, the first thing you have to keep in mind is that there is no cure to Gwen's nymphomania. The best course of treatment is therapy and, depending on what her therapist prescribes, ****. The thing to keep in mind is that while those may help they will never make Gwen's nymphomania go away. Nymphomania is something Gwen and her loved ones will have to deal with for the rest of her life."

"Say what?" MJ blinked staring up at the Doctor in incredulity.

"Um, give us a minute, Doc." he put his arm around MJ and pulled her close.