Dr. Morrison ran in when the nurse called for help. She grabbed a syringe and ran over to the bed. She looked at Clint as he tried to calm the woman down. She looked at her, "Natasha, it's alright. You were pulling your IV out, we had to restrain you... Now that your awake," she looked at the nurse who quickly ran to the other side of the bed and released that woman's wrist as the doctor did the same on her side. 

Her wrists free and Clint not looking at her like he wished to kill her seemed to calm her down. Dr. Morrison placed the syringe back on the small table and looked at Clint, "If she starts to freak out again... Call us. We don't want her breaking something or tearing her stitches."

She nodded and left the room as Natasha lay there trying to calm down. She held Clint's hand tightly in her own as she stared at the ceiling. After a moment, she closed her eyes, "How happy Loki would have been to see that..." she took a deep breath, "That was exactly what he wanted..." she opened her eyes and looked at Clint, "Why did you kiss me?"