Thankfully for Harry, his new 'changes' had decided to happen during a weekend, meaning that he had two whole days to get used to it, the bad news however was that he didn't know if he could last the whole weekend. It had taken him half an hour to get his hearing under control, which was obviously far too long seeing as his mother had opened the door and walked into his room a second later to check on him.
"Harry, why haven't you gone down to eat? Honestly, I'm very busy this morning and now your food is cold and I…" She trailed off when she saw Harry sitting on the floor, holding his head in his hands. "… Harry? Are you alright?" She asked quickly, dropping to her knees in front of him.
"My… my head feels like it's going to split," Harry groaned just before Emily pulled him into a hug.
"What's wrong?" She asked, running one hand through his hair while the other rubbed his back.
"Everything was so loud," Harry sighed deeply. "it's better now."
"Hmm, maybe we should take you back to the doctor." Emily frowned as she moved back to get a good look at him. "You're looking quite pale."
"No!" Harry snapped at her quickly.
"Harry!" She blurted out in a shocked voice. "I know that you don't like the doctors but…"
"If everything was too loud in here then I don't want to go out there!" Harry protested.
"Is… is everything still too loud?" She asked in a quiet voice.
"No," Harry admitted. "but I'm not risking it until I'm sure it'll stay that way."
"Fine, get back in bed then," Emily ordered after taking a few moments to think about her next move. "I'll bring you some food and then call a doctor over." She thought for a moment that Harry would protest against calling a doctor, but instead, she was thoroughly surprised when he simply nodded before standing up.
"I'm too tired to argue," He told her before he planted a kiss on her forehead, he then took a few steps towards his bed before he allowed himself to fall face-first on it.
...
Later that day Harry slowly felt himself wake up, his gaze shifted over to the clock on his desk and he saw that it had just become two in the afternoon. The doctor had been by earlier, apparently, when you're an Osborn, you can get doctors to come over quite quickly. The doctors checked him and declared that he should be fine but if he doesn't feel better then he should be taken to a hospital for further checks, they also gave him a bit more medicine to help him along.
"Hmm, at least my head doesn't feel like it's going to burst," Harry commented to himself as he closed his eyes once more to see if he was going to be able to fall asleep again, after a minute of this he realised it was unlikely to happen and opened his eyes, only to find a spider standing right in front of his eye. "Ah!" Harry jumped back, but not quite in the way that he had intended to.
It took Harry a moment but he realised that he was staring down at his bed, in fact, he was staring down at the entire room. He could see his bed right under him, the nightstand next to it, the desk and chair on the wall on the right of the bed and the cupboard on the wall that was on the left side of the bed. He could see the posters on his walls and his skateboard lying down on the floor under the window opposite his bed. He could see it all, though he was struggling to understand why he could see it from the ceiling.
After processing the fact that he was somehow on the ceiling he stared at his hands and feet with amazement as he realised that they were now stuck to the ceiling, explaining why he hadn't fallen straight back down to the bed.
"What the bloody hell?" He whispered to himself. "How the hell am I doing that?" He wondered before he looked around and spotted something, the spider he saw yesterday, sitting in the exact same position as it was when Harry told it to stop moving. "Are you kidding me?" Harry slowly and carefully managed to turn around so he was now facing the ceiling. "This is some of the weirdest shit ever." He gingerly tried to crawl forwards and was unable to keep the shock off of his face when he did so. Slowly and carefully he made it over to the wall where the spider was. "Hey, hey," He called out softly. "spidey, come to me."
A moment later the spider shook slightly before it began crawling towards Harry, it crawled quite slowly, obviously feeling the effects of staying still for so long. Harry decided to speed things up by crawling towards the spider as well, stopping halfway down the wall before he reached up and picked up the small crawler. The crawling was weird for Harry, it was only his first time doing it but it felt so natural to him, almost like riding on a broom.
"Can you understand me?" Harry asked, the spider didn't make a noise but Harry immediately got the sense that the spider was saying 'yes'. "What's happening to me?" He asked, he felt the spider's response and the words 'I don't know' shot into his head. "Fuck, that's not good."