#tony|3

James doesn’t know what to feel.

He’d hoped he’d never spend more time in a hospital bed, he hates the food, hates he smell, hates the gowns but... this is all worth it, in the end. It has to be, going through all of this again. Prep, more surgery, recovery and rehabilitation, PT and the weeks of work that comes with something like this.

This time though - it’s not to save his life. This time, it’s to give him his life back. And James isn’t sure he’s quite wrapped his head around that yet. He knows the risks to this - he knows the surgery could make his paralysis worse, maybe it’ll even kill him. There’s no knowing. But Tony’s done the research, he’s spent so many sleepless nights working on this, perfecting it, making sure it’s - it’s ready. He’s hired the best doctors, the best surgeons, the best nurses and medical staff, everything he could possibly find to make sure this goes as well as possible.

Maybe - maybe, they’ll get lucky. Maybe, James is going to get his legs back.

The door swings open and James looks up, expecting more nurses to do more prep for his surgery, but instead he sees a familiar face and he can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, man - everything alright?”