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Will was still puzzling over yesterday's mysterious delivery as he came into the clinic for his shift today. Thankfully, there had been no more weird beer left on his doorstep this morning.

He was explaining what had happened, and the theory that maybe someone had been kidnapped, when one of the nurses pointed out Stark hadn't been in for... a while.

Well, great. Now Will felt like a real asshole, 'cause he'd figured the guy had just gone back into space, not been kidnapped by raccoons.

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Where Will was contemplating whether childhood cartoons had lied to him about raccoons being the good guys.

You know what was a fun field trip? Getting a rabies shot! C'mon in, gang.

Steve led the pack, looking slightly mutinous. "Well, we figured out what the raccoons were trying to say."

"Does this island even have an animal control department?" Travis wanted to know.

He was never going to approve of how things worked around here.

"None of them seem controlled," Stark muttered.

Will had been about to ask Steve what raccoons had been trying to say, but then he took in the looks of, well, everyone, and just shook his head.

"I can see we've had a busy afternoon. What happened?" Clearly 'is everyone okay?' was a dumb question, because people didn't just make group excursions to the clinic for funsies.

"Tiny explosion," Steve said, putting his fingers together to show how tiny, "sliiiightly bigger fire, and bitey raccoons."

"Don't think I'm not going to ask about that explosion later," Travis told Steve.

He wouldn't push it too hard though. It had been great to work an actual job again, even if there were raccoons involved.

"And now we need rabies shots," Danny said dryly, just pushing this right along. And no, he wasn't looking forward to it. Steve was gonna get quite an earful later.

"I don't know if I need shots," Stark said.

Ignore that he had clearly been bitten or scratched or both and needed a bandage or two.

"Not sure if they'll work."

"Of course there was an explosion," Will arched an eyebrow at Steve, because everything he knew about the man pointed to him as the culprit there, sorry not sorry. "And of course you do," Were raccoons intelligent enough to own and operate a business rabid? Probably not. But better safe than sorry. "And I'll make sure any bites or scratches are disinfected." Probably more of an issue than the rabies shots, honestly.

Steve looked innocent in a way that loudly proclaimed his guilt. "Sounds fun."

It did not sound fun.

And just for that, if Stark didn't look like he was the one most in need of medical attention, you'd be going first, Steve.

"Come on," he gestured for Stark- and the rest- to follow him to one of the exam rooms. "You can tell me all about what led up to that 'tiny explosion'."

Lest they be needed.

Stark did probably need to have those raccoon-inflicted wounds looked at by someone, and someone probably ought to take a look at the ankle that had been wearing the cuff as well. He wasn't quite in the right headspace for taking care of it all himself. And he knew nothing of rabies shots.

"It's not anything serious. I don't think." Just, you know, the after effects of being trapped in a bunker for a few weeks by raccoons who only fed you coffee and strange beers and pastries and then dealing with very angry raccoons and then an explosion. No big deal!

"Yeah, I'll be the judge of that," Will said, as he set about cleaning (and bandaging, where necessary) those wounds.

When he got to the ankle, his frown deepened. "What happened here?" Although considering everything, he had a sneaking suspicion. He was just kind of hoping he wasn't right.

"They didn't want me leaving."

At some point he was probably going to absolutely lose it (again) but for right now the absurdity of the entire situation coupled with relief that it was over was somehow resulting in a weirdly calm Stark. (Did that count as shock? It was probably shock).

"I've had worse. It's fine. Or it will be. I'm fine. I think."

He was not.

"Hm." That was not, for the record, the 'hm' of someone who sounded all that convinced.

Now that all the actual injuries were taken care of, it was time for that rabies shot! Yay! Which may or may not actually be effective, given, you know, alien.

To be fair, Stark hadn't sounded terribly convincing!

"I can walk," he pointed out. "Run, even."

"Are injections really necessary?" He added, eyeing Will and the needle. "They might not even work for me."

“It’s standard, after a wild animal bite,” Will explained. Though again, did Fandom’s raccoons really count as wild? “But you’re right, it might not, and I’m not going to do it without your consent.”

His own kidnapping had left him with some rather strong feelings regarding bodily autonomy after all.

They weren't tame raccoons in any case.

"I just... it's meant for humans and I'm not. But if you think it's a good idea..."

He wasn't really opposed, he just wasn't sure it would do any good.

“That’s a good point,” Will admitted with a bit of a grimace. “And I don’t want to make things accidentally worse by dosing you with something your body’s not meant for.” He really needed to start looking for information on alien biology or something, because this sort of thing was likely to pop up again. “We’ll leave it for now. But I’m going to give you a list of symptoms to watch out for, and I want you to come see me if you think you’re experiencing any of them, okay?”

"I've probably had worse things," Stark offered in a very not-reassuring manner.

"I'll come back if I feel ill." Or if he got attacked by any more wildlife.

“That’s all I can ask,” Will said. “And, uh. Could you use some company tonight, maybe?” he asked, again, remembering how he’d felt post his own kidnapping. “Kol and I would be happy to hang out.” It’s possible he also felt a little (okay, a lot) guilty for just assuming Stark had gone off to space again.

"You don't have to do that," Stark said.

Then he thought better of it. "But...yes. I could." He'd been alone in a raccoon bunker for a while. "I think I'd rather not be alone."

Oh no it's self-evaulation time at work. Do you think if I ignore it it will just go away?

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