The elevator doors opened as you quietly stepped out, looking around for signs of Tony.

You didn't want him to see your appearance and worry, sure it would be a good thing to tell him but you just didn't want him to get involved.

You had such a long and stressful day at work, all you wanted was to lay in bed and watch a movie.

You worked as a nurse, on the mental health unit in the most well-known and best hospital in New York.

Kicking your shoes off, you edged toward the small mirror you had above your bed to take in your horrible appearance.

Your hair was messy and tangled as nasty bruises formed on your face and neck. Your fingertips skimmed your cheek before immediately drawing them back and wincing in pain.

One of the patients on your floor had one of their horrible episodes, and let's just say it ended with you almost being killed.

You walked downstairs to the kitchen to grab a snack. You took a bite of an apple before turning to the sink to grab yourself a glass of water.

Once you were finished with your apple and water, you turned around to see Tony. His eyes widened at your appearance and his jaw clenched in worry.

This was the first time you had ever got beat up by a patient, so his facial expressions were no surprise.

"What? Did you walk through an alley to get here?" Tony asked sarcastically and gave you a frown.

"No." You answered, hoping he would leave you alone about it.

"Then what happened babe?" Tony asked, walking up to you placing a gentle hand on your face.

You winced and he quickly drew his hand back, "Sorry." He muttered, wincing himself.

"Nothing, I had a small problem at work today." You answered again, sliding past him and walking to your room.

Of course he followed.

"Small? You look like you almost got killed!" He explained raising his voice a little.

He grabbed your wrist gently, making you turn and face him.

"At least, let me help you (Y/N)." He said and you nodded hesitantly.

Sitting on your bed, Tony ran to get the fist-aid kit before running back to you with it.

He grabbed some alcohol and put some of it on the gauze before he applied it to your cheek where a long gash was.

You wince, "Sorry." He muttered again with a sympathetic expression on his face. You nod in reassurance that you're alright.

He continues to clean up some of the blood on your face, "So you wanna talk about what happened today?" Tony asked.

You sighed, "One of my patients was having one of his normal episodes and took it a bit too far." You explained.

Tony nodded, "What's his name? I wanna know so I can find him and hurt him ten times worse than what he did to you." Tony exclaimed anger clearly in his voice.

"First off- it's confidential. Even if I wanted you to go give him a piece of his own medicine I can't let out that type of information and second off- it's alright, I'm fine Tony." You said and smiled quickly at him.

Tony sighed, "Alright, done." He said, packing up the first-aid kit.

"Thank you Tony." You smiled warmly up at him.

"You're welcome." He walked up to you and kissed your forehead gently.

"Movie night?" He asked with a smile.

"Movie night." You exclaimed and chuckled. You both plopped onto your bed and he pressed play, the movie 'Blended' began to play.

You snuggled into him and watched the movie, as he kissed the top of your head.

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