InsaneJournal

He'd been torturing himself over his mistake for the last few days since it happened. It should have been an easy keyhole surgery, if not routine. Bruce couldn't say with any certainty that he'd ever closed a hole in a man's diaphragm before but he'd known the theory inside and out, known what to do and it was relatively simple. Except it wasn't. Nothing simple ever was, he supposed, but even though Bruce had warned Steven about the risks of anaesthesia, it shouldn't have happened. Bruce should have known. He was his own worst enemy when it came to mistakes involving other people's lives. It was part of the reason why he never wanted to be an MD in the first place. At least when he had his accident in nuclear physics, he was the one who got hurt initially. Even that hadn't worked out the way he'd planned. Disaster followed Bruce all around the place and it had followed him onto this island.

If the place was deserted, it might have worked out better for him, albeit a lonely existence. But he wasn't one much to grind on what might have beens or what he should have done for more than The Other Guy let him before the self-hatred got too much and the roaring in his brain intensified at the neglect. The Other Guy did not like Bruce forgetting to give in to the anger just a little, just to feed the monster and that morning after a restless night, Bruce's skin itched to stretch and turn green. He couldn't breathe in the closeted space of his room at the hospital and jogged to the park for fresh air and to get the beast under control. 

An hour in, through rounds of meditating and taking his anger out on foliage and running laps, there was a duller growl in the back of his head. Now Bruce was exhausted as he lay on the grass, energy spent while he tried to figure out how to fix Steven before the coma became too deep.