Trust Me, I'm A Doctor (BrucexReader) Part 7

Your heart was pounding in your chest and your throat felt dry.

“What do you mean it did something to me?” You asked Tony nervously.

He ran a hand through his hair and slumped in further down in his chair. It looked like he wanted to take out his phone and play with it to avoid looking you in the eyes. However he decided against it.

“We’re not….exactly sure,” Tony said slowly.

Your fists clenched. “What? How could you not know what that pill did to me?! You and Bruce made it after all!”

He put his hands up in defense. “I know that and I take full responsibility—”

“That’s a first,” You scoffed.

He glared at you. “Anyways, we’re working on it right now. The doctors have told us that your DNA seems to be changing. Your body is still adjusting to this new change so whatever pain you feel is because of this. We’re looking into all of this, really.”

“Are you guys sure you have absolutely no idea what’s going on with my body?” You asked timidly.

Your mind was in shambles and you couldn’t make heads or tails of this situation. Tony was trying his best to explain the situation to you but was failing at this. Judging by the dark circles underneath his eyes, you could tell that he had been staying up all night really trying to figure out what was wrong with you. Now more than ever did you wish you never took those pills. Who knew that a small capsule could lead to your doom?

He shook his head at you and you sighed. If there was nothing else for them to do then it looked like you were going to have to wait a while for your test results. Tony had seen the PS game by your bedside and snatched it, already playing it and trying to beat all of the levels. While the billionaire was busy acting like the child he could be at times, your mind strayed to thoughts about Bruce.

Was the scientist/doctor alright? More importantly, where was he right now? Tony had said that Bruce had visited you a couple of times but when was the last time he had visited? Judging by the flowers that Bruce had brought to you, they looked a couple of days old you assumed he had been here recently.

“Tony,” You spoke up.

“Yeah?” He said, not looking up from the game. He was really starting to get into that thing.

“Um when can I see Bruce again?” You asked with hope in your voice and in your eyes.

He must really feel bad about what had happened. Perhaps if you talked to him, then he could forgive himself. It wasn’t his fault anyways. You had just been stupid and had not read what the weapon could do. If you had, then all of this could have been prevented.

Tony paused the game and took a sharp intake of breath. This looked like it wasn’t going to sound good.

“Bruce isn’t exactly here….”

You almost jumped out of your hospital bed but Tony held you down by your wrists. “What do you mean he’s not here?! Tony, what’s going on?!”

You thrashed about, trying to get out of his grip.

“Look let me finish,” He said sternly, keeping a tight grip on you.

Slowly you calmed down and then blew a strange of hair away from your eyes.

“Talk, NOW,” You growled.

He let go of you and sat back down in his seat. “Alright now I’m serious when I tell you that he feels really bad about what had happened. Don’t worry he didn’t commit suicide or anything. Thing is he’s not in the country anymore….”

“Where is he?” You asked confused out of your mind.

“Africa.”

“…..What?”

“South Africa to be more specific.”

A couple of seconds passed by before you threw the bed sheets off of your body and were just glad that the night gown you wore covered your back side. You hopped out of bed, yanking out all the things attached to your arm. Tony watched you with wide eyes as you moved around the room and grabbed your clothes that were folded neatly on a table across the room. You quickly went inside the bathroom and changing, yelling at Tony the entire time.

“Are you serious?” You shouted furiously. “Out of all the places, he chooses Africa? Why not Italy or Paris? No, Africa! What’s up with him and going to these places?”

“Uh….” Tony blinked, trying to figure out how to respond. “Wait, (Name), are you planning on escaping?”

You got out of the bathroom, fully clothed and leaned against the door frame.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes, are you going to stop me?”

He looked at you for a long while before bursting out laughing.

“No,” He grinned. “Count me in. You’re gonna need a plane to get to Africa anyways.”