“So says you, someone who hasn’t been to med school.” She taunted as she brushed his hair back, her hand working on the gash.
Peter sighed. “Fine, look at it.” he grumbled. “Sixteen years of military to get shot at by an idiot robbing a convenience store.” he shook his head. “Patch it up, I hate hospitals.”
“I mean, New Orleans is a great place to make home when you need a nice, long vacation. And I’ve heard this city can put a spell on you. Thought I’d see what the hype was about.” Clint mused, looking through various herbs and potions on the shelf.