On a hospital bed in the Psychiatry Department of Presbyterian Hospital, Schiller tried hard to straighten his back and raise his upper body, only to be pressed back down by a hand covered in armor.
"Tony Stark, I'll say it again: I'm not sick!"
"Schiller Rodriguez, I'll say it again as well: you're still under observation during your recovery from mental illness. Don't even think about leaving our sight and continuing to go crazy. Lie down!"
As Stark spoke, he controlled the octopus tentacles behind his armor to peel an apple with a series of swishes. A moment later, the ward door opened, and Strange walked in, still carrying the chill of the Himalayan Mountains. He glanced at Schiller, then at Stark.
"Tony Stark, what the hell are you doing?! Why is he having another episode? He was perfectly fine recuperating at Kamar-Taj. How did he end up like this after only three days back in New York?"
"Stephen?! Are you deliberately picking a fight? Do you think I wanted this? Are you trying to accuse me of not knowing how to care for patients or show concern for others again, so you can use that as an excuse to steal Peter Parker away from me and drag him off to play with your creepy dark magic?"
"Is this really the time to talk about that? Besides, have I wronged you with any of those descriptions? Tony Stark taking care of someone else is the funniest joke in the world. Try weaning yourself first!"
"Stop arguing." Connors's voice came from outside the door. The Lizard Doctor entered in a white lab coat, holding a medical report. After pushing up his glasses, he said, "I've reviewed Schiller's examination results. There's nothing wrong physically. He's fairly healthy, but Professor X's conclusion isn't