[voice]

[highfrequency]

[At first there is only a light tapping of claws against a tabletop, then a slightly labored, agitated breath.]

Dialysis.

[Well that was an awkward thing to just blurt out. There is another pause then he speaks again, his rusty voice carrying a note of mingled embarrassment and anger. It's the voice of someone publicly confessing to something he'd rather keep secret.]

Who here can perform dialysis? Mr. Stark... Anyone...

[More tapping then he snaps with a bit more nastiness than is probably necessary.]

And if you're gonna lecture me then just shut up, 'cause I don't wanna hear it.

Comments

[highfrequency]

Yeah.

[showmeyourwreath]

Is this a regular thing or did something happen?

[highfrequency]

Regular.

I'm fine.

[showmeyourwreath]

So you've said. I don't really know how your body works so it's hard to really appreciate a sense of what you need, when you need it, and how badly. It's like eating, drinking, or breathing. You'll die if you're not doing one of those things, but how quickly varies quite a bit.

_{[The fact that he didn't sound very happy about it doesn't really help things, but he doesn't seem to be dying immediately either, so that's a plus. Maybe?]}