Sanders Sides One Shots

Body Doubles

AU, sorta.

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Over half of the world nowadays had Body Doubles, which was just the scientific term for the condition. They were always considered Doubles even if a person had more than one other.

It was a normal thing for people to have Doubles because although they originate from the same person, each Double is unique and independent, as if they were their own person.

Most Doubles treated each other as if they were twins, and wouldn't move far from each other. Others would distance themselves from their Doubles purposefully. It was a choice, really, seeing as how they could live without each other.

Because the Doubles were always so independent, they all developed their own personalities, most of the times not even resembling the Original person. But although the Doubles were so independent from each other most of the time, there was one thing that connected them whether they liked it or not.

Since the Doubles came from one person, every cell of their physical body was the same, and therefore if one of them got hurt, so would the others.

"Does he have Doubles?" Thomas heard a voice talking quickly around him when he became aware. It took him a few moments to realize that he was moving, but his thoughts were so disjointed and fuzzy, he wasn't sure what happened.

"I don't know," someone else answered the first speaker. "Where was the person that was brought in with him?"

"They're being treated for a broken arm," a third person spoke. "Go look for them. I believe their name was Joan."

Thomas rolled his head back and forth to try and clear it, his eyes scrunched in pain. "Thomas? Thomas, can you hear me?"

He felt light taps on his cheek as he was continued to be moved. Looking out through squinted eyes, Thomas was able to see two faces hovering above him and the ceiling tiles seeming to move as they rushed by.

When he finally came to a stop, more people began to hover over him, trying to talk to him. He heard their words but couldn't interpret what they were saying. His head hurt and that was all he could think about.

He felt someone touching his head, causing him pain. Wincing and yelling out, he tried to stop their touching, trying to stop from being hurt. Something restricted his movements, making him lash out and wiggle back and forth, trying to get free. A face appeared above his, trying to relay to him that they were trying to help and for him to sit still, but the words meant nothing to him.

A slight prick on his arm caused him to cry out and try to move away from it, but whatever it was, was gone now. After a minute of struggling, his body began to go limp and his panic settles. He couldn't remember what he was doing anymore.

"He's stable," a soft voice breathed out. Thomas peered out of half-lidded eyelids to see a woman looking down on him. "For now. Had anyone gotten to talk to his friend? Do we have any Doubles to worry about?"

A loud crash sounded and someone panting burst into the room, having finally found where he was transported. "His friend said he has four."

Recognizable curse words were spread throughout the hospital room, and the one who must have been in charge started barking orders at whoever else was around. "We need to track them down! If left uncared for, the Doubles can die."

Mayhem ensued in the room, people bustling about either trying to care for Thomas or spreading out to find his Doubles.

After a while, one nurse peeked their head in and told the surveying nurse that "they are bringing one in now." Almost immediately after, a group of nurses and one doctor made their way quickly down the hallway with a gurney, delivering it to the same wing.