Drabble of Summer #52: Sweat

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He could feel it make a slow path down his neck, tickling the sensitive skin of his throat. With every breath it moved a little lower. Peter had sweat glimmering on his face as well, and his hair clung to his skull. It was all a testimony of how hard he was pushing himself.

The adrenaline rush was all but gone. Peter was utterly exhausted, his body aching more than he ever felt. And it wasn't just physical exhaustion. \He felt drained in ways he couldn't even understand.

Peter wanted nothing more than to sleep, but the sirens wailed and he had to keep moving.