Claire was a very accommodating hostess, but it didn't feel so reassuring in this case, not when Iron Man was doubting the other lady had made the right call for them here. That looked terminal, this was bad, and if Iron Man had just taken her to his first choice hospital they probably would have been stable by now. In fact, "You didn't do the arm, too, did you?" He definitely wasn't popping out for drink if this lady was about to bleed out, or lose some other major function/appendage. It had to be bad, she was reacting much worse to this than being full-body thrown at an alien flying pig monster. Oh, the sword. Iron Man disengaged it from his hip, leaning it gently against Claire's nightstand, assuming this must have been pretty close to its home and he could probably stop Claire if it looked like she was going to incorporate it into her treatment plan.