Marvel Imangines

Sprained Ankle - Dr. S.S ND

Beatrix's POV

I was doing my mid-morning jog like every Tuesday. I looked around at the world around me while Heavydirtysoul by Twenty One Pilots blast through my earbuds. A brown blur had came out of the bushes of the park and started running at me. I didn't notice it until it rammed itself into me. I was caught off guard. I tried to regain my balance, my ankle did a 360 on me. This sent me sprawling onto the grass. 

Pain shot through out my foot and leg. "Ah!" I exclaim, looking at it. It was twisted in a way it wasn't supposed to. I knew that much. "Ow." I mumble, holding back the tears. 

I has walked all the way to the tower with my hurt ankle. I just wanted to rest it do badly. Sadly, Strange was the first one to notice me. Well, my limping then my ankle to be exact. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Bea! What the hell!? Your ankle!" He yelled, rushing to me. 

He lifted my arm to drape over her shoulders and let me lean a lot of my weight on him. "Here. Lets get you to the Med Wing." He suggests, leading me there. Even though I wanted to refuse, I was too tired to. 

He picked me up and laid me on the table. I moan in pain has he picks up my legs to lay them on the table too. He starts to examine my ankle. He puts gloves on, "Does it hurt when I do this?" He asks, poking it. 

"Ow! Yes!" I answer, sitting up. He ignores my cries of pain and continues to just stare at my injury. 

"Well, its definitely sprained. Maybe even cracked it. What did you do?" He asks, getting on ice pack from the freezer. 

"I don't know. At one point I was jogging, then I got hit by this blur of brown which knocked me own, twisting my ankle. I don't know what the brown blur was. Maybe a large dog or something." I answer, trying to recall my memories. Strange wraps the ice pack in a cloth and attempts to lay it on my ankle. Lucky for me, my fast reflexes kicked in and I snatched the pack away from him, putting it on the other side of me. He sighs and rolls his eyes. 

"You're never going to get better if you won't let me help." He argues. 

"I refuse to get help from any doctor. All you do it poke and mess with it. Obviously, I'm in pain. So don't. Touch it." I retorted. He crosses his arms over his chest. 

"I am the only type of person in the world who can help you repair the damage done. We have to poke and mess with it so we know what we're dealing with." Strange defended calmly. I clench my jaw. 

"No." 

"Yes."

"I said, no." I threaten in a low voice. "If such a great doctor, why can't you just stare at it and figure out the problem?" I sass. Stephan sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

"I know for a fact you are going to need surgery." He concludes removing his hand from his face. I face dropped. I huffed. Dr. Strange reaches for the ice pack over me. "You have to put this on to help reduce the swelling. Look! You ankle is already turning purple. Please." He pleaded. I thought about it for a second. 

Without warning, I took the freezing ice pack out of his hands and slowly set it down on my own ankle. I hissed in pain, which soon turned into a whimper. My ankle was throbbing. "Here, I'll got get you some pain meds for now. I'll get Palmer to prep you for surgery." He announced. I nodded. 

As he walked away, I debated if I should do it or not. "Fuck it." 

Strange's POV

"Hey, so Beatrix sprained her ankle really bad. I'm pretty sure she cracked it. Can you go prep her for surgery while I get a room ready?" I call. Palmer nods and puts her inventory clipboard down. I go to an empty operating room. 

"Uh, Stephen?" Palmer calls, sounding worried. 

"Yeah?" I answer. 

"You said Bea sprained her ankle right?" Palmer asked. I started walking towards her. 

"Yes. Now what-" Before I could ask my question, surprise cut me off. Beatrix was gone. But, the ice pack was there. My mouth was agape. "BEATRIX!"

Beatrix's POV

I had finally gotten to my room. I laid down on my bed, tears rolling down my face. I hate doctors. I look at my ankle. It was getting worse my the minute. 

BANG BANG BANG

Aw, shit. He found me. "Bea!" Strange shouted from behind the door. 

"Yeah?" I call. 

Strange bursts through the door, looking more annoyed than angry. He stomps towards me. "You know what? I'm forcing you to have this surgery. I'm not going to see you in pain like this." He said while summoning a portal. He takes one step through it, pulling in a stretcher. I groan loudly. "Get on." He commanded. I knew I couldn't run or hide. I climbed onto the stretcher and he rolled me through the portal with took us straight to the med wing, right outside the operation room doors. Man. You would think he would give me time to mentally prepare. 

He rolled me in, pushing on my shoulder, forcing me to lay down. Palmer immediately put an oxygen mask on me. I heard clanking of metal against metal. I looked over to see Strange organizing tools on the tray. Scissors, scalpels, knives, spoons. Even a bone saw. 

Palmer put the little thing on my finger and the monitor started beeping quickly. Palmer and Strange both turned their attention to the screen. "Calm down, Bea. This isn't like a heart surgery or anything." Stephan said, muffled by his mask. I rolled my eyes. I started feeling weak...the whole room getting...darker.

I woke up feeling a bit woozy. My whole world was spinning. I lifted my hand to touch my throbbing head. I looked at my surroundings. "The surgery went perfectly. Well, as they all do because I'm the doctor." I heard a man say. I roll my eyes knowing who it is. 

"I hate you." I slurred. Strange welcomed himself in an chair right next to me. I flipped the blankets over to see my ankle in a thick, grey, cast. 

"You'll love me a few days after you get that off. Obviously, you're going to need crutches. I would prefer if you try not to walk around as much as you can. You need to rest it. You're clear to take any pain medication you want." Strange explains. I nod.