Doctor Strange Imagines

(#23) Damaged man

This was requested by calm_katrin_ . As always, thanks for reading.

You slowly peeked in the kitchen, frowning as you saw Stephen hunched over and staring intently at his drink in hand. He didn't notice your presence in the doorway, his expression remaining that of stoic, cold, almost as if he has never felt any emotion before. You were nothing but worried about him. He had never been like that throughout all his career as a surgeon.

He would always be strong and sure of himself, you could see in his expression how he felt powerful and capable of doing whatever he wanted in life. It was as if though he was the best man in the world as a surgeon. Nothing could ever get in his way.

But now... It seemed as though he was another person. The Stephen that you knew had died in that accident, and what was now left was a shell of him.

When you saw Stephen been wheeled in the hospital, his face swelled up and bleeding. His hands were wrapped up, and there was no doubt there was a lot of damage done seeing blood soaking the cloth. You had to take a moment to stop as you stared in horror.

He was barely conscious, and he had to be immediately operated. It was not certain what would happen to his hands, or so his doctor told you. You would usually go in every surgery Stephen was on.

But this time you couldn't bare to be in this one. You never thought Stephen would be in that position. Roles had been exchanged and you knew he felt miserable and confused as to what was happening.

After the surgery, you had stayed by his side all the time, waiting anxiously to wake up. Doctors said there was a chance of him not waking up, but you knew he wouldn't give up just yet. Three days and nights went by, and you wouldn't leave his side by nothing. You would spend your time talking to him, hoping that he would open those captivating gray eyes once again.

You weren't prepared at all for his reaction when he woke up. You had cried tears of joy as you watched him crack open his eyes slowly, his gray orbs darting around the room as he registered what was going on. He kept quiet throughout, not meeting your gaze not once; even though he could clearly hear what you were telling him.

A big frown formed on your face as soon as he realized the state his hands were in. A tense silence remained on the room as he stared in horror at his bandaged hands, his eyes as wide as platters as he turned towards you for the first time, his eyes holding a dark color. Of course he would be angry, his hands were of extremely importance to him.

And that is when you realize perhaps they were more important than you.

He demanded to know what in the world happened to his hands, he practically was screaming at you as you never said a thing and stayed quiet; your eyes fixed on the floor as you avoided to meet his gaze.

Before matters got worse for a nurse walk in and figure out the reason to the loud shouting, you explained to him what had been done. What the doctors did to his hands to save them.

"This was not the right thing to do! My hands... My hands are practically useless with this! How do you expect me to work again hmm?! How do you expect me to be a surgeon when I can't even feel my hands (Y/N)?!" He spat at you with venom, his breathing coming out in short ragged breaths.

He was practically fumming from anger, and it wasn't a nice thing to experience. You yet stayed silent, being too much at a loss of words to reply to those questions you didn't even know the answer to. Seeing this from you, he kicked you out of his room without hesitation.