Fandom Clinic, Monday 5/1

[stykera]

Stark came in a little later than usual this morning. Later and more jumpy than usual. It was hard to walk through town while carrying a tray of coffee and look over your shoulder in case of raccoons at the same time. He did make it in without spilling anything, somehow.

"Maybe you don't need caffeine," one nurse said, taking the tray before anything unfortunate happened.

"You do need a shirt though," said another, holding up a Crab Union shirt.

"I do?"

"Of course you do! We support union crustacean labor in this clinic! And besides, Stabby got them for all of us. Look, his even has extra sleeves!"

Stark just nodded and accepted the shirt, wondering how his stylist would feel about it.

The clinic was open, the crab had a many-sleeved shirt for all of his appendages, and the alien was in.