Sometimes Tony was fine when it came to the hospital, others not so much. It reminded him of his surgeries, his pain, his death. He hated being reminded of his own mortality and the hospital was a constant reminder of that. But then he'd watched his wife working, saving lives and helping all of those people, and any discomfort or fear of this place dissipated in moments. Nothing made him prouder than to see her hard at work.
Once he's washed up and sterilized his hands well, he came back around to her and their awaiting patient. He was wearing scrubs of his own, just because this was supposed to be a sterile environment and one could never tell with these kinds of things. Surgeries were very sensitive. He had something in his hand that looked like an iPhone only a little larger, and he'd began to punch on its touch screen to bring up schematics and data he'd need to verify during the examination.