"Do you see the rack labelled 45663?" Clint asked down the phone, voice shaking but he tried his very best to be calm.
Natasha looked around the room, everything what annoyingly white and almost neon. Trays were stacked high of empty capsules and different coloured liquids. Spotting the rack he mentioned, she made a noise of affirmation down the phone, pulling the tray out.
"There's one labelled with your surname" he told her, nervously chewing his thumbnail, starting to pace.
"Got it" she frowned, balancing the phone with her chin on her shoulder, sliding the tube out "how'd they know I was coming..?" she asked out of curiosity.
Rolling his eyes automatically at her questions he chuckled "Steve booked you in, basically he told me this stuff will stop the pain after your treatment, but we're only allowed to use it in last case situations, and this is what we have left." His voice went rough towards the end; Natasha could tell he was crying again.
"What do I do with it boss?" she teased, attempted to cheer him up or at least make him smile, a chuckle came through the speaker, making her smile to herself in victory.
"Inject it into your collarbone" he told her sadly, knowing it was going to hurt her and he couldn't even help. He heard her sigh and shuffle around, bottles clinking and the pressure of needles hissing.
"Okay, I'm about to do it…" she narrated him "this'll help right?"
"Right."
"3, 2, 1" then there was a hiss, a curse and a loud thud.
"Natasha…?" No reply. "Tash?!" Still nothing.
Dropping the phone Clint burst through all the doors violently, sending things crashing messily on the floor.
His eyes snapped to Natasha, she was lying on the floor, eyes clenched shut and holding her stomach in pain.