The clinic was often suspiciously quiet. Not today, it seemed.

Stark jumped up, startled, and blinked several times at the newcomer. You just didn't see machetes all that often. Then he moved quickly towards her.

"I...that might be best. I've never sewn toes I wouldn't know how. But you shouldn't be walking on that foot! Can I help you? Or get a chair. Or we can just get you onto a bed in one of the exam rooms? But off that foot!"