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Phil entered the infirmary, and sighed.
Agent Barton -two cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a sprained ankle- was getting dressed, ready to walk away against the doctor’s orders.
“Clint…” Phil started, but Clint didn’t let him continue.
“No, Phil, no, I’m not staying an instant more!”
“Clint!” Phil tried again, with a sterner tone.
“Don’t ‘Clint’ me!” Clint said: “I’m not staying and you can’t make me!”
Phil came closer: “If you stay until the doctor say you can go, I…” he leaned in and whispered something in Clint’s ear.
Clint blushed, and then obediently went back to bed.