Entry tags:

-complete, christine palmer, tony stark

Who: Christine Palmer, Tony Stark
What: Dr. Palmer isn't putting up with Tony's b.s.
When: Now.
Notes: mini scene of the worst patient ever, part 2.



"Booooooooorrrrrrrrreeeeeed."

There was a pause of approximately ten seconds.

"So boooooorrrrrrrreeeeeed," Tony Stark was saying, while stuck in bed with several diagnostic diodes affixed to his body. He was supposed to be laying still for frequent vitals, but that was proving difficult. He wasn't old enough to be an invalid, and Tony liked results at a rapid fire pace. So all this waiting and fussing and waiting some more wasn't what he was accustomed to.

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“Hold still,” Christine muttered from her position at her desk. Having Tony in the medlab was terrible. She finally understood why he never bothered to come into the clinic. He was whinier than she’d ever expected someone to be. Even the twins were better behaved.

“You know you’re just making everything worse for everyone by being you right now, right?”

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"Yep, sure do." Tony gave Christine a smile, sure that she wouldn't ever want him in the clinic ever again. Which, after this, he was fine with avoiding. "Sticky diodes are itchy. Finger is pinchy inside this thingy. I need a sippy cup. Normally? I'd ask for scotch or a nice merlot, but I'll accept some Bubly. If it's the pineapple kind."

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“Bubly is so gross. Just drink a pop.” The doctor sighed and quirked a brow at her patient. It was always amusing to her that between her and Stephen, somehow she had better bedside manner.

Barely.

Tapping her fingers on the desk, she rolled her eyes.

“If it’ll get you to shut up, I can put something alcoholic in a baby bottle. Wanda’s got some kicking around here, and it’s very chic in Europe to drink that way. If we put in that rocket fuel stuff you make, maybe you’ll pass out and wake up healed. Wouldn’t that be great?” And before he could say anything, she added. “All of that was sarcasm by the way. Lay there. Drink water. Heal. Relax. Think of Jesus, whatever works to get you to just ...stop.”

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"It's not gross if you add some stevia drops to it," he retorted, trying to sit up a little more, or at least shift around so his butt didn't feel like a dead zone.

But when she mentioned putting booze in a baby bottle, he almost made a grubby hands motion for it. Then all of his hopes and dreams were shattered, and he laid there like a discarded ragdoll, limp and lifeless looking. "I don't do religion so nope. Followed by nope. With a heaping helping of more nope. Is it bottled water? I can't have plastic. I need it in the glass bottle."

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"Yeah, too bad so sad, I'm not someone you can order around." This statement was belied by the fact that Christine was on her feet, heading to the mini fridge they kept well stocked.

Pulling out a VOSS, she did seek out one of the aforementioned bottles and filled it before giving it to Tony.

"I swear, this will be another day, tops. Isn't this better than dying? I bet you aren't the smartest person in hell. What a blow to the ego that'd be."

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"Who said anything about ordering around? I don't want to kill the planet with plastic," Tony countered, rolling his eyes.

He momentarily stopped all grousing when he took the bottle, but eyed her as he took a drink from it. There was a big reason for that, and it had nothing to do with the comment about dying. Which still freaked him out a little bit inside, even if he tried not to let it show on the surface.

"You know Hell's not a real thing too, right? Total fairy tale. Just a cop out for people who want to blame something else for the bad shit that they do. That point? So moot. You've been mooted."

Even Tony knew what side of his bread was 'he-couldn't-believe-it-was-butter'ed on. Not wanting to piss off the current doctor too much - she was covering so Bruce got a break - he quickly added, "But more power to you? Thanks for the water. Less parchy now."

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Christine agreed wholeheartedly with Tony’s stance on religion. It mirrored hers exactly but since they weren’t on the ‘friends who talk’ realm rather than the ‘friends who annoy each other’, she wasn’t going to open up.

“Good. Less parchy is optimal...although now I’m wondering, if you’re thirsty, that IV isn’t doing its job.” She gave him an evil grin. “Guess who has to be on more fluids for just a tiny bit longer. Sorry not sorry.”

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Tony eyed her warily and shivered involuntarily. That I.V. for fluids wasn't only uncomf, but it was cold. As cold as the water he was drinking and the doctor currently taking care of him.