Villain's Healer

Chapter 1 - The Doctor

Evil. It was the only possible word to describe the contents of the white room.

Looming presences.

Powerful weaponry strewn around.

The terrifying looks they gave each other.

It gave out a tense aura. It was as if they threatened each other. However they sat still, every one of them in a seat of their own. Always taking glances towards the white curtain that separated the seating area to the only other room.

And they all winced. The scream that came from beyond that curtain. It made them sweat...

Beyond that curtain was a slightly darker room than the waiting room. Silver utensils laid out bare across the many surfaces within the room. Cabinets filled with an array of strange types of ointments and medicine. Blood bandages piled up on the floor.

In the middle of this room was a large metal table.

A man laid there. Strapped down by all four limbs, his gut had been stitched shut. He winced heavily trying not to raise his head out of pain.

"Look, Larry." From the darker corner of the room spoke a man covered in a white coat. "I can assure you, this will hurt me, a lot more than you..." He looked while removing the thick rubber gloves on his hands.

"Yeah yeah, I trust ya Doc." The man carefully breathed out. He knew he wasn't supposed to move his head but he couldn't help looking over to the trolley next to him, specifically the container where fragments of his bones sat in.

"Oh don't worry, I can assure you, bones grow back." The Doctor walked over and slowly moved his hands just an inch over the man's gut. "With a little help of course." He smirked.

And a light shone, through the pores of the doctor's hand a sort of green fog flowed softly, sharper lights crackled along his gut, spreading like veins.

For once the man's breaths didn't feel sharp, painful, but instead, they were soft. His gut had gone numb, his mind fogged as he felt peace.

However the Doctor himself had to clench his teeth. He felt the veins crackle in his hand, this uncomfortable feeling travelled through his arms making them stiff, this feeling quickly travelled down his throat and began to spread throughout his own gut. And then it shook, his own bones, like a drum they kept getting battered on, this painful feeling that wouldn't stop, but the doctor kept breathing and the veins kept spreading.

The bruises that covered the man's skin disappeared and the wounds that his stitches made went with them.

The doctor pulled his hands away from the wound and quickly stumbled to the nearest wall and breathed heavily. The front of his torso rattled in pain. He quickly calmed down letting his gut settle before standing up straight and looking around to the man.

The doctor coughed into his hand before speaking. "If you could please try sitting up?" The hooded Doctor asked politely.

After the patient got comfortable enough to do so he pushed his top-half upward allowing the doctor to comfortably bandage him up.

"Alright man, that, should, beeee, it!" The Doctor announced happily. "Just remember that it will take time to properly heal so lay low. Doctor's orders!" The man spoke chipperly while cutting the last of the bandages off.

"Heh, you got it Doc! And thanks again." The man, even with his intimidating appearance, spoke with a sincere tone.

The Doctor looked back. "You get what you pay for." He said simply.

"Yeah? Well then we should be getting jack-shit." The man spat. "You actually make our lives affordable. We appreciate it Doc." He pushed himself off the table. "I'll be seein' ya Doc." He walked towards the curtains.