“No, you demanded and assumed an expected. You never actually asked me anything! You never asked me how I felt, so don’t you sit there and yell to the heavens that you love me when all you’ve done is tear me down because I got scared and ran!”
Steve was silenced by the medic shoving an oxygen mask over his face and shoving him down with a frown, and Steve didn’t have the energy to actually fight it. He did groan out when they removed the bandages and started working on stitching the various gashes and the bullet hole back together. Steve let his eyes drift close, head tilted away and hand resting lightly on the mask.
Of course Tony couldn’t love anyone, he was the tin man.
If he’d only had a heart, and some empathy, he wouldn’t have
been in that situation. He drifted, turning to the IV that was
dripping with morphine, fingertips twitching toward the dial
and manually changing it. He needed to block out the pain,
completely. The only way to do that was to sedate himself.
If the medics wouldn’t do it, then he would. It didn’t take that
much effort either.
Less than half an hour and he was out cold. Medics that checked
up on him later saw no response either. Tony just drifted, because
that was all he could do.