Was he ok? What kind of question was that? "Of course." Clint replied easily as he turned to pull a chair close by. He took a seat by the side of the bed and gazed back at Wanda's curious eyes with a playful huff. "It takes more than a few knocks to take me out of the game." He leaned back in his chair then and propped one foot against the side of her bed casual like. "Yeah, everyone's alright." He mentioned as comfortingly as he could. He knew how it felt being bed ridden like this. She was probably itching to get out of this joint. Clint couldn't blame her on that. Hospitals made him feel uneasy too.
"So any word on when the Doc's going to be releasing you?" He asked abruptly as he turned back from his thoughts to the present matter. He knew she'd just had a visit with the guy. Maybe they would get out of here tomorrow? With the cure out and about the both of them could go about finding some kind of normalcy here. Maybe Clint could get a decent pad now. With a real bed.