"Yes, dear!" he calls brightly through the door as he haphazardly strips and jumps into the scalding hot spray. He pays no mind to the protest of his skin as it turns bright red in attempts to communicate its discomfort to Tony. Despite his eagerness to get in, he doesn't feel the need to linger overly. Once he's run the little hotel soap cursorily over himself and through his hair, he feels satisfied, leaving the shampoo and conditioner untouched for Pepper in his wake. Similarly slap-dash, he runs a towel over his body as he steps out carelessly, dripping just about everywhere. He throws his clothes in the hamper and grimaces when he hears the little tinkle of glass as it hits itself. He also finds a piece in his side embedded shallowly that he unceremoniously pulls out and sighs, the blood it had been holding in trickling stubbornly down now.

He attempts to stave the flow with some toilet paper as he looks through cabinets for a band-aid or some gauze or even tape. Bare shelves stare back at him and he decides he really couldn't care any less, pulling his boxers onto his still slick skin, locating a hospital robe and pulling it over his shoulders -- all in his typical manic fashion before exiting the steam-filled room with a loud knock into the door. Switching demeanor almost instantly, Tony makes his way to the side of the bed and watches her with a touch of uncertainty in his gaze.

"I even left you some hot water." See how considerate!!