[At least he was looking somewhat less like the Hulk had used him as a punching bag. Still laid up, some complication between technology and magic making his treatment a bit slower, but progress was made.
Not that it was fast enough to satisfy the doctor, but then he wasn't in charge of the treatment so in his mind it wouldn't ever be right.
The knock draws his attention and he can't help the faint grin when he spies company waiting to be let in, easy enough with a wave of his hand and a slip of magic sliding the window up. Were they supposed to be locked? Too fucking bad, he'd decided otherwise and anyone saying word one about it would get a clipboard flung at them.]
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Not that it was fast enough to satisfy the doctor, but then he wasn't in charge of the treatment so in his mind it wouldn't ever be right.
The knock draws his attention and he can't help the faint grin when he spies company waiting to be let in, easy enough with a wave of his hand and a slip of magic sliding the window up. Were they supposed to be locked? Too fucking bad, he'd decided otherwise and anyone saying word one about it would get a clipboard flung at them.]
Hello there, trouble.