all her tomorrows (смешанная)

“You’re really awake,” says MJ. Her voice cracks and, to Gwen’s astonishment, MJ begin to sob—huge, full body weeps. Gwen wonders if she’s still asleep. “Jeez louise, girlie. I can’t believe you’re really awake.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she rasps out, and there’s some more pain—her throat is raw and unpracticed. “Did I die? I kinda feel like I died. Or like I should have.”
 
Or: Gwen Stacy falls and that's just the beginning.