Knowing George Stacy had been hospitalized again, Henry naturally had to pay him a visit, given the relationship between their two families. Katharine Hepburn was getting on in years, and Skye was injured herself, so Henry went in their stead.
This gave the Kryptonian a good excuse to temporarily disappear from Black Widow's sight.
At Metropolitan Hospital, the South American nurse Claire Temple was still on duty.
Holding a bouquet, Henry spotted the young nurse and could not resist teasing her. "Ms. Temple, why are you still on duty? Don't you have school?" I'm an intern now! Do you know what an internship is? It means getting paid next to nothing while working like a dog! "Ow!" The young nurse got smacked on the backside with a clipboard by the head nurse. Under the pressure of that nearly ninety-kilogram heavyweight gaze, the young nurse rubbed her nose and slunk away. She had plenty to do and no time to stand around chatting.
"Hello, Mr. Brown. What can I do for you?" The head nurse smoothly put on a professional smile and asked politely. The man before her was, after all, one of the hospital's benefactors, so she could not afford to be anything but courteous.
"Oh, yes. I'm here to visit Commissioner Stacy. Which room is he in?" Henry asked with a smile.
"Commissioner Stacy is a public figure, so he's in a private room on the tenth floor. Whether you'll be allowed near him depends on the officers stationed there." "I understand. Thank you."
Taking the elevator to the private ward section on the tenth floor, Henry found that while the police had not set up the kind of security where there was a guard every five steps, they had still assigned quite a few armed officers to protect