A Strange Turn of Events

May I Help You

"May I help you?"

A nurse asked, seeing me practically carry Strange on my shoulders as he limps down the hall

"Where is Dr. Palmer?"

The nurse quirked a brow before her eyes widen, recognition crossing, but she can't confirm as Stephen gets more insistent.

"Dr. Palmer where is she?!"

"The nurses station."

I nod a thank you to the woman before giving Strange a boost and heading through the building.

"Christine!"

He takes a quickened step, forcing my shoulders to readjust so he doesn't send us tumbling.

"CHRISTINE?!"

His voice sounds desperate, and though I don't know why, I felt a little.... I don't know, but it was something. Hurt? Not quite the right word.

"Oh my god! What?"

Dr. Palmer takes a hesitant step forward.

"Where have you been?"

Her eyes widen as she sees him gripping his side,

"Stephen what happened to you?"

Though the situation is serious, her saying his name makes me irritable somehow... I don't.. trust her anymore, my eyes tracking like a hawk.

"We need to get to an operating table."

Strange seems oblivious to my annoyance.

"Stabbed. Cardiac tamponade."

He starts to go limp as I strain to hold him. Ribs not at all happy with me. Just when I've gotten him hoisted comfortably, Christine moves to help him walk towards the doors. I guess I have the death eyes on as when she looks at me she stops her attempt. Instead looking the doctor over with increasing confusion and slight panic.

"What are you wearing?"

"Christine. Stop asking things. And M o v e! "

My words a hissed growl as I help Stephen onto the table. Christine washing her hands hurriedly and walking over to open his tunic. I respectfully avert my gaze to his face. Listening to the conversation as Christine's fingers are moving frantically in my peripheral vision.

"The chest cavity is clear."

"The blood... is in the pericardial sac."

Stephen groans. Whatever that means, it doesn't sound good, Christine getting out a syringe as Strange's head rolls to the side.

"Strange!"

I shout worriedly, shifting unconsciously to guard him, and to me that includes a warning growl at Christine.

:She better fix this.:

Right now however, she preferring panic to focus.

"Nonononononono"

She fumbles with her hands, I assume she's going to extract the blood but as she lowers the needle, Strange emerges from the air to my right.

"Little higher."

While Christine shrieks in surprise, I am well used to him appearing out of nowhere.

"What?"

Christine breathes, utterly confused,

"What is that...?"

"This is my astral body."