The Universe's Mixer

[WAY backdated - takes place the morning after this log. Also continued in comments.]

It was much easier to be noble and tolerant of a hole in the leg when there was someone else to be noble and tolerant to. But once Dinah was back home, and Harry was left to his own devices in his apartment, even the Tylenol 3s he kept locked away in his lab weren’t going to help. Moreso since he was having trouble climbing down the ladder to get to the painkillers in question.

After asking bribing Bob into getting the bottle for him, Harry finally pulled the City Yellow Pages from under his coffee table and flipped to the listings for ‘Doctors’. There were plenty. Closing his eyes, Harry held out a finger and poked the book. When he opened his eyes, ( he read the name he had landed on. )