Iron Dad Oneshots (Under Editing)

A Father, is he?

So I just got out of the psych ward two days ago whdlvchwejxl Anyway, my time there has inspired this chapter, which I hope you all enjoy! (Danny knows what this is based on ghfklwh;e)

Basically, Tony is a Pediatric Nurse and Peter is the patient :P

Peter sighed as he pushed his fruit around. They were the only good tasting thing that the hospitals serve. He rubbed his forehead tiredly because he knew that the staff would be watching his eating habits. He picked at his band absentmindedly, the plastic bothering his wrist. When he glanced at the time, he noticed that breakfast was nearly over so he quickly ate as much food as he could before putting his tray up. He grabbed his menu from the mental health professional (MHP) and began filling out what he wanted for lunch and dinner before moving on to breakfast for the next morning. Right as he finished, the door opened and a Nurse popped his head in.

"Good morning Debora," the nurse smiled at the MHP, who smiled back.

"Good morning, Tony," Debora answered. The nurse nodded his head before looking down at his chart.

"Peter? Wanna come with me to get your vitals, bud?" Peter nodded softly. As he walked to the door, he dropped off his menus and pencil before following the nurse. He sat in the chair and kicked his legs slightly as the nurse, Tony, was logging into the computer.

"Okay. So, you came two days ago, right?" Tony questioned as he turned to the vital machine. Peter licked his lips before replying.

"Yeah," Peter murmured. All of the social workers and therapists had gotten to him already. The doctor had met with him early that morning. Tony hummed before pulling out the cuff. He gently grabbed Peter's arm and directed it to where it needed to be to place the cuff around it. Then, he put the pulse oximeter on his finger on the opposite arm. He grabbed the thermometer as the cuff began tightening. All of the other kids walked out of the dayroom and headed to the classroom, being escorted by the recreational therapist.

"Under your tongue, please," Tony said gently as he put the thermometer in Peter's mouth. After a bit, the machine beeped. Tony jotted everything down after taking the thermometer out of Peter's mouth.

"Ah, everything looks good. Can I scan your band so I can give you your medicine, please?" Peter quickly pulled his sleeve back, revealing the hospital band. He turned his arm so that Tony could see the bar code. The nurse scanned it. He then scanned the medicines.

"Alright, I've some Zoloft for yah. The doc prescribed some Cefuroxime for that cut on your leg, so you'll take that too. Here you go," Tony handed Peter the small cup with the two pills in it.

"Thank you," Peter murmured as Tony poured him some water in a small paper cup. He quickly took the meds.

"Of course. Now, let's chat," Tony sat across from Peter and set a clipboard down. Peter began bouncing his leg.

"So, how're you feeling today?" Tony asked.

"Uh, I dunno," Peter shrugged. Tony looked at him and hummed.

"Kinda down?" He asked gently. Peter looked down and nodded. Tony's eyes softened.

"Wanna tell me why?" Tony questioned after scribbling the answer on the paper. Peter began to play with his hands. He shrugged. Tony nodded softly, thinking about what to say next.

"Did something happen?" Peter shook his head, his shoulders coming up to his ears.

"You worried about something?" Tony questioned. Peter stopped bouncing his leg. He contemplated telling Tony. Well, he kind of had to now because the man surely knew that he hit the nail on the head.