Fandom Clinic, Monday 2/13

[stykera]

Yesterday had included some very unexpected moments. Very pleasant moments that he had no problem occasionally revisiting during the day, to be sure, but certainly unexpected.

Those moments, combined with Stark waking up this morning still feeling the same sort of restlessness as he had yesterday, had him coming to the slow realization of what was happening.

The fact that two of the nurses had shut themselves in an exam room before he arrived was another clue.

"You don't want to go in there," another nurse warned when Stark arrived. "It's gonna need a deep clean."

Stark glanced down the hallway, shook his head, and set down the coffees he'd brought with him.

"Why is Stabby's tank covered?"

"He was googling sexy crabs," the nurse said. "Better for everyone if nobody has to see that."

Stark blinked, shook his head, again, and decided he ought to keep himself occupied today. Perhaps he could do some inventory. Make sure the clinic was well-stocked for this week. Even if some items he was coming across were not helping feelings he was trying to suppress at the moment.

The clinic was open, the alien was in, and the crab needed some privacy.