Chapter 246: Moony's Choice

Chapter 246: Moony's Choice

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New York Hospital

"W-What did they do?"

"They rushed you in here in a chopper. But it took a while to find you. The golden hours for never damage went by while you were in the car."

"What did they do?"

"11 Stainless Steel pins went in the bones. Multiple torn ligaments, server nerve damage in both hands. You were on the table for 11 hours, Stephen."

"L-Look at these fixators." Stephen cried in anger.

"No one could have done better."

"I could have done better... much better."

Doctor Strange, now Patient Strange, gloomily looked at his hands as he looked at the tiny details of the work done on his hand. It only frustrated him, but all he could do was feel helpless.

In hope, he spent months in the same hospital bed, and when the time came to get his hands freed from the cast, he couldn't even move them smoothly.

"You've ruined me!" He shouted at all the doctors and the woman he 'loved.'

In search of a cure, he went to all hospitals he could, got all experimental procedures he could think of doing on his hands, and wasted away his life's savings.

Eventually, he arrived at the King's Institute, the only medical hospital run by King's Tech company of Hector King Washington. Famous for its jaw-dropping technology, it was where people with money came to get treated when all doors seemed closed... or children who had their whole lives ahead.

"Sorry, we can't help you. The nerve damage is too severe, and if you get more procedures done, it will leave your hands useless."

"They are useless!" Stephen Strange grunted.

"In fact, from what I can see, you should have never gotten any procedure done after the initial. You could have healed with our recovery therapy technology here. But you dug your own grave." The Chief Doctor of the Insitute rejected the application.

Dejected, Strange left his home to look for any other healing method.

The Chief Doctor sighed, seeing the man leave. He looked at the legendary scientist Alan Turing coming into the room and asked. "We can easily heal him with our advanced technology, then why not?"

Alan sighed. "Because to be healed this way is not his destiny. The Universe would lose much if we were to operate."

"Universe?"

"Mister President, that's what he informed me about. So don't worry, this is not the last of Doctor Strange we're hearing." Alan shrugged and returned to work.

...

Having no way out, he went more self-destructive.

"Don't pity me!"

"I'm not pitying you."

"Then what are you doing here? Bringing cheese and wine like we're old friends going for a picnic? We're not friends, Christine. We were barely lovers. But you just love a sob story, don't you? Is that what I am to you now? "Poor Stephen Strange, a charity case." "He finally needs me." Another dreg of humanity for you to work on. Patch him up and send him back into the world, heart's just humming.

"How can I help you, Doctor Strange?" Ancient One spoke up.

Stephen was left shocked as she looked like the youngest person in the room.

"She is the Ancient One," Mordo reassured and left with Master Hamir.

Hector stayed, however. "Fire up your questions, boy. She's got more important work to do."

"My name is Stephen Strange, Mister President."

Hector scoffed at the man's proud attitude. "Sure, kid. You sure got an attitude for someone facing the consequences of his own actions."

"What do you mean?"

"Who told you to drive and talk on the phone while it was raining? You even shouted at your lover, don't brood over if she later decides to marry someone else." Hector blurted.

(__)

"How do you know that?"

"Magic!"

Stephen looked back at the Ancient One. "Are you the president's personal doctor?"

Ancient One chuckled, "Well, the therapist would be the right word. I talk to him often. I reckon you're here for some wisdom too, seeing you've undergone many procedures."

...Hit me baby one more time

Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know

That something wasn't right here...

All of a sudden, Hector's phone rang. "Yeah, President here... Eddie Brock? I'll be there in an hour. Tell him to wait for me."

As he put the phone back in his pocket, he noticed the blank faces of Stephen and Ancient One.

"What? Moony likes to hear songs on my phone. He sets them as ringtones." He clarified.

"Why does he like a song about hitting?" Ancient One asked.

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Suddenly, Hector went into shock. "W-Wait... What kind of relationship is Moony developing? Does he like being hurt? Oh no!..."

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