[for Tony and Dr. Grey]

[daretodo]

Were I in my right mind, I might appreciate the irony of having my arm slung around Tony's shoulder just to keep myself upright as I stumble down the mountain, especially today. I am not, however, in my right mind, so for now, the irony's a bit lost on yours truly. Much like the past hour, actually. Were someone to ask me how the heck I ended up in

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[lexiepedia]

"Um, pretty much," Lexie says, almost apologetic, teeth pressing to her lower lip. If she were someone else, someone who hadn't graduated near the top of her class at Harvard Med, it might have been something like funny, questions about teleportation, the way things said are so quickly forgotten; she isn't someone else, though, and as such, can't bring herself to be anything but worried and professional. She's glad, at least, that she's the one who found the pair on their way to the clinic, even if she's sure that any of the other doctors would have done as good a job. There's something about being able to take care of things herself that's comforting.

Plus, she'll never object to having a patient, even if she hates what has to bring it about in the first place.

"Whatever he was hit in the head with caused a concussion," she explains, "and the post-traumatic amnesia - the reason why he's having trouble with his memory. He will be fine, but it's hard to determine exactly how long that will last, so you'll need to keep an eye on him for a little while." Pausing as she heads over to retrieve the aforementioned aspirin, she frowns slightly. "What actually happened, anyway?"

[daretodo]

"Don't look at me," I say, holding up my free hand in protest. I'm a master at this game. This game, of course, being 'lying to doctors.' I've even got the upper hand this go around, what with the whole 'I don't remember a damn thing' excuse, which is good, because I'm a pretty lousy liar, truth be told.

[notawastedlife]

"What... happened?" Tony said, as if he didn't know what she was talking about. Or as if repeating the question would cause it to bend into a different, more easily addressed state.

It did not.

"He hit his head. We already covered that, it... caused the memory loss."

[lexiepedia]

"I mean how he hit his head," Lexie clarifies, though she casts Tony a skeptical look, fairly certain that it's the sort of thing that ought to speak for itself. The way she sees it, either he's being deliberately oblivious or he's pretty bad at piecing together the obvious, for someone who's so smart. With anything more serious, she could blame distress, but amnesia or not, she doubts Peter's injury is the cause. "You know, what did it, how it was done - it must have been a pretty hard hit."

[notawastedlife]

Peter was apparently going to be no help. He had the excuse of having amnesia and head trauma. So convenient.

Maybe he should have sent Peter with Pepper.

"More of a... medium to firm hit," Tony said. "Of... his head. Hit of his head, against... something else. High-tech laboratories, moving robot parts, you know how it is."

[daretodo]

"Dangerous," I supply, just in case she doesn't know how it is. The amount of firepower in Tony's workshop alone could put a decent-sized hole in this dimension -- and some of the stuff in the scrapyard could probably rip it apart.

Doesn't explain why I keep remembering a frying pan, though.

"Um, extremely."

[lexiepedia]

"Yeah, that... really tells me very little," Lexie says with an exhale of a laugh, mostly mirthless. The more they talk, the more she gets the sense that she isn't going to be told anything more than this, but that won't stop her from trying. She'd like to be able to write down something when she documents this. Turning to Tony, she casts him a skeptical look. "Weren't you with him? Did you not see what happened?"

[notawastedlife]

"Dangerous but with safety protocols that in no way merit investigation," Tony said, over top of the two of them, out of pure instinct, before he registered there was another question asked while he was talking.

"I was... present," he said, "it may be that I was... looking in another direction? Obviously, he miscalculated, a piece of metal hit him in his head. Which does not merit investigation, entirely... his own mistake."