𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄, doctor strange.

Steven

                          Ana stood in front of the man named Steven in silence, both of them not knowing what to say next. She observed the man closely, taking in his features as he tensed, and she could tell he was uncomfortable. She was too, in fact.

                          His long face had sharp cheekbones that could probably cut glass, his eyes a mix of blues and greens and golds that seemed to swirl together below his thick eyebrows. His pale skin blended in with his light pink lips, and an interesting goatee went around his mouth and on the edge of his chin in a circle. His hair was a dark brown, two gray streaks right above the tips of his ears, the rest parted neatly at the side, one side falling over his forehead slightly in a cowlick. His nose was straight and curved upward at the end slightly. His tall and lean figure was covered in a blue robe that folded over itself at the waist, reaching his knees before turning into black loose-fitting pants tucked into matching black boots. Mystic symbols and words adorned his robe, almost the same as the ones on the barrier, and Ana shuddered slightly at the thought.

                          " What am I doing here and not in a normal hospital?" Ana asked suspiciously, grunting as her leg throbbed unexpectedly. Steven glanced down at the bandages before looking back up again, worry flashing over his eyes. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. " Your injuries were worse than any other people in the cafe's, and they only got a few cuts and bruises," he said with a sympathetic tone, frowning sadly. Ana nodded, clicking her tongue rhythmically. " When can I leave?" she said curiously, squinting at Steven again. He shrugged and shook his head slowly, his frown deeper. " When you were first found, there was something around you. A mystic pull, you might say. We think the people in the shop were after you," he said slowly and deeply, setting his jaw.

                   Ana slipped beside Steven, who crinkled his brows at her as she limped along the railing of the floor, biting her tongue to keep from crying out. Steven winced as she tripped slightly before she caught herself, attempting to straighten again. Steven finally sighed before walking over to her and placing a hand on the small of her back, and he felt her tense beneath his hand. He guided her forwards as she watched her feet warily, inhaling and exhaling deeply. The finally made it to the stairs, and Steven slowly slipped his hand from her back and took a cautious step backward, giving her space. She ran a hand over her face, flyaway brunette hair strands billowing out from the normal strands, and she frowned as one flew in her face. Blowing it away, she groaned as she limped softly own the stairs, uttering profanities quietly under her breath.

                     This day wasn't exactly in her favor.