The veins in his arms were bulging now the beeping was becoming more alarming. The bed creaked as his weight shifted buttons of his shirt began to fly off and his skin was turning green. Bruce was fading away fast. As the plunger went down, however, he could feel himself returning for at least the moment. It was long enough to warn her properly.
"My name is Bruce Banner," He said, but it seemed to be more for himself. "I am thirty-eight. I'm a physicist. If this does not work you need to call Tony Stark his number is in my phone on the table. I'll go for the window before I go for the rest of the hospital but you need to clear the room and this floor do you understand? I'm The Hulk if this doesn't work, if you can't get me to sleep you have to clear this floor! "