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Thirteen / Remy Hadley (House) (notunlucky) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-05-11 22:33:00

Entry tags:

thirteen, tony stark

Who: Remy and Tony
What: Comforting Tony and fixing him up
When: Tonight sometime after Pepper pushes Tony down the stairs.
Where: At their place
Warnings: Dunno.

Remy came down to the workshop, being as quiet as she could, though she didn't want to scare him or anything. She looked around for him, wondering exactly where Tony was. He was hurt, and though she should be angry, she just wanted him to feel better. She had a bag in her hands, full of doctorish supplies that would be needed to fix him up. She also had another couple of shots of morphine for him.

"Tony?"

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boots_of_lead
2008-05-11 09:48 pm UTC (link)

He'd taken his shirt off once he'd gotten down to the workshop to survey the damage, because he'd only let a stewardess on his plane clean the blood away and give him a fresh shirt. He'd bled through that again and now he'd attempted to snip and pull out the torn stitches himself. He wasn't going to tell her no to helping him because he needed to sew this back up, but he didn't want her to see him like this.

He'd abandoned the hole in his arm and had just propped his head in his good hand on the table, crying softly into his palm as he thought about everything Pepper had said to him. He'd hurt her so much and it was killing him that it ended like that. Jarvis had prodded him that he needed to see to the wound but Tony had yelled at him to fuck off and the AI butler had done as he was instructed, only because it knew Remy was on her way.

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notunlucky
2008-05-11 10:00 pm UTC (link)

When she turned the corner, she heard the sound of crying and frowned. Tony never cried. Not ever. It was worse then she thought it was. Carefully she put her hand on his back, avoiding the wound at all costs so that he'd know she was there. Slowly she came around to the other side in front of him but didn't move her hand. She didn't know whether he wanted to be touched, or hugged, but it was obvious she was okay with both.

There didn't seem to be anything to say really, and getting him okay was kind of second rate to him crying, at least in her mind. Unless he was in serious amounts of pain, then she'd take care of that first.

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boots_of_lead
2008-05-11 10:16 pm UTC (link)

He was beyond noticing the pain in his shoulder right now as she touched him, his head tilting as he peered up at her. His eyes were red, like he'd been crying before this. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer and buried his face against her stomach, and he couldn't help but get louder. He hadn't cried when his father died or even his mother. Even when he'd ended up with a hole the size of Pepper's hand in his chest, he hadn't cried.

It was the loss of one the most important people in his life, twelve years of friendship, struggles, loss and love down the hole. And she hated him for wasting her life. And he couldn't stop the overwhelming need to get it out.

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notunlucky
2008-05-11 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Seeing him cry was going to make her cry, those stupid hormones, but she was trying really hard not to. She put her arm around him as best as she could while he wrapped his arms around her as best as he could now that she was much bigger in size then before. Her fingers lightly ran through his hair, "I'm so sorry.." she told him quietly.

The baby was eerily quiet, maybe it sensed that his daddy was upset, but he'd stopped kicking once she'd entered the workshop. Slowly Remy sank down so that she was level with him and put her arms around him completely, mindful of his arm as best as she could to hold him.

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boots_of_lead
2008-05-11 10:38 pm UTC (link)

"She hates me...the one...person I thought would never hate me...." he murmured as he adjusted, now putting his face in the crook of her neck. It'd take him a few minutes before he quieted, his face and eyes red from tears as he sat up, wiping his eyes with the palms of his hands. He just didn't know what to do about this, and he only hoped that over time, she wouldn't think like that any more. He sat back, looking idly down at his torn stitches and pushed on the swollen flesh. He winced since it was tender all over again.

"If you are mad at me, please tell me. Because I did this...thinking I could fix it, but...I can't fix everything."

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notunlucky
2008-05-11 10:45 pm UTC (link)

"You should have given her time.. you can't.. just get over someone just like that.." which somewhere made her wonder if he'd ever gotten over her, or even tried to or whether she just hadn't been there, Remy had and now they were where they were at. She let him cry, stroking his back slowly as he did so. "I can't be mad at you when you're this upset.. I don't feel mad.. I probably should be, but I'm not.." she didn't know why.

She pressed her lips against his forehead, "Want the morphine now? Because.. it'll probably make you pass out.. so let me know.. or I can just.. numb up your arm.. up to you which one you want.."

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boots_of_lead
2008-05-11 11:05 pm UTC (link)

"Just numb my arm," he said. I don't want to pass out right now." As much as he felt like he should do that, he just didn't want to sleep right now. He felt sick to his stomach, and he knew the morphine would just have him retching over a toilet. He looked like he was calming down now that he'd gotten it out of his system for now. "I'm a fucking idiot," he said as he picked up his cloth he'd been using to wipe away blood from earlier.

"It's fine to be mad at me if you want to. I lied to you, and I don't know what I would have done out there if things hadn't soured so fast." He dabbed a little at the wound and tilted more towards her so she could do what needed to be done to it.

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notunlucky
2008-05-11 11:15 pm UTC (link)

Looking through her bag, she pulled out one of the tubes and then wiped his arm off with a alcohol swab and then injected him with it before putting the top back on the needle to be thrown away when she got back upstairs. "Well I'm not going to tell you that you were right in going over there.. especially when she did.. that to you.."

She let the anesthetic work through, and while she did that, she got out the thread and needle and scissors again, so she could close up the stitches. "You keep saying that like you want me to be mad at you.." she swallowed, "You mean if she hadn't yelled at you.. you could've.. " she trailed off.

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boots_of_lead
2008-05-11 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Barely feeling the needle slip in, he took a deep breath and sighed, wincing when his muscle twitched a little. He thumped his arm to test if it was numb yet, which it was almost there. That was the point. He wanted her to be mad at him because deep down, Tony knew the answer to the rest of that statement she'd started. "I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't yelled at me. There was a lot going on in my head at the time."

He relaxed and leaned his head in his hand again. It was pounding from hitting a stair hard, and his bruised sides and hip weren't feeling that much better. After this was over, he might just take her up on the morphine.

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notunlucky
2008-05-11 11:39 pm UTC (link)

As Remy started to fix his stitches, she nodded slowly, glad he could at least admit to it. "If you wanted a commune you should have just told me," she said with a straight face, a little too hard to tell if she was joking or not. She held up her hand when he held onto his head, "How many fingers am I holding up? Do you feel tired or nauseous?" she wasn't to make sure he hadn't gotten a concussion or something.

"I am so serious when I say that for the next .. 72 hours you're not getting out of bed. And I mean it. Not at all. I'm going to stay home to make sure you don't. The only time you're getting out of bed is to go to the bathroom.." she gave him a pointed look, "And I'm telling you this as your doctor, not your wife, so please listen.. you really hurt yourself.."

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boots_of_lead
2008-05-12 12:03 am UTC (link)

Tony glared at her from the corner of his eye, "That's not what I want." He hated when he couldn't read her, but then again, he was like that a lot of times. "You have three and I'm just tired. I did fall down stairs today, after all." He didn't have a concussion, and he knew she was just worrying, but still.

"I know, I--" he hissed when he moved, "know. Good thing I didn't fall down the entire flight," he mused as he watched her stitch him up the rest of the way. "I'll stay in bed if you stay in it with me. Either drugged or worn out, I'm not picky on the way you make me stay in it." There was a portion of the usual personality sparking through, which was good. He was trying to stop thinking about everything so much.

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notunlucky
2008-05-12 12:29 am UTC (link)

Remy nodded a little, "Good.. no concussion..I take it you didn't cut your head or anything right?" she figured that he'd tell her if that had happened, but she wasn't going to hold her breath if he was this upset. She rebandaged his arm up when she was done, "Try not to move your arm anymore okay?"

She was going to protest about staying in bed, but finally just nodded, "All right.. I'll stay in bed with you.. except to actually get food. You're drugged and worn out and everything else.. and thank you for not arguing with me.." she kissed his forehead again. "Do you want me to help you up to bed? Then I can give you the shot of morphine if you want."

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boots_of_lead
2008-05-12 12:39 am UTC (link)

"No, not cuts. Just bruises, mostly." He knew what broken ribs felt like so he was certain he didn't have any of those. He'd be fine once he got upstairs and into bed. Then he could just stretch out and fall asleep. "I've gone and made a mess of your first Mother's Day." Not that it was a surprise he'd done something like that. "I think I can walk upstairs just fine." He took her hand in his and pulled her a little closer so he could kiss her lightly on the lips. "Promise me that no matter what, you'll always be with me." Because one of the biggest fears he had was being alone.