Fandom Clinic, Monday 1/17

[stykera]

Stark hadn't left his apartment all weekend. Stark had barely managed to get off his couch after Faye had left. And now there was snow and ice and and it was cold and that only made him feel worse. He'd never liked the cold. He liked it even less right now. Right now, to be fair, he didn't like anything.

He hadn't brought any coffee or anything else with him this morning to the clinic. He'd just walked in without a word, shrugged out of his coat, then turned and started opening cupboards at random, looking for something to do to occupy his hands at least. The cupboards didn't really need organizing. He was going to do it anyway.

The nurses seemed to have decided to keep their distance though there were some whispered conversations he was choosing to pretend he didn't notice.



[The clinic is open, the very distraught alien is in, and there's no school today so I'm theoretically around.]