A Hour Later...
Elektra didn't flinch as the needles punctured her skin, the antiseptic earlier had barely caused a heavier intake of breath in the assassin. She kept a cold stare at the nurses around her, daring any of them to even attempt to touch her. The doctor was merely acceptable at this point...and she was still posed to pull out the sai should she feel the necesity.
"Get out. I can put it all back on myself." She didn't wince as she moved, pulling lightly at the stitches in her stomach, the gown was in the process of being ripped off. The doctors backed out and Elektra pulled on her blood stained clothes. It was at least a good hour since she had first arrived so she was slightly stunned when she saw Tony's slumped figure in the chair...and that it hadn't broken.