At the Hospital
Surgery. Hours of surgery. It had been hours. Clint had been assured they were doing everything they could for his son (Tony had gotten the best surgeon in the country there in what was probably some kind of record for travel speeds), but it didn't help the worry.
He'd probably already worn a hole in the waiting room's floor.
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