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Desperation
Stephen Strange x Reader
Request ( tsukuyomi011 ): A oneshot with Strange please? where the reader is an ex of Strange’s from medical school and the only one to have seen the goodness within in the past. In the present- An ugly fight between him and Mordo has the reader in the crossfire and fatally wounded as a hysterical Strange tries to heal her using his new mystic powers. And eventually confess his feelings for her in an-um heated way? ;) Or you can go with whatever you like if you don’t like the plot. :p take as much time as you want :)
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A/N: I love, love, love Stephen Strange! If you’ve never read any of his comics, I totally recommend them! He’s a really cool character and I’m as equally excited about his movie coming out! Love this request! :D
It had been so long since you’d seen him you were almost sure that you were dreaming. Well, more of a nightmare really. You shuddered, your hand pressing down harder onto the wound as a warm, scarlet liquid began sliding heatedly down your skin. Had you not been as skilled as you were, you’d have been on the ground and half dead by now. Fortunately, luck was on your side as you limped away, the sirens still ringing out into the night air.
You wanted to help Stephen but realistically, it wasn’t even a possibility. You would be more of a hinderance with your injury, quite possibly causing him to lose. Although, you looked back to the two men, both hands outstretched as they pelted one another with various objects seemingly telepathically, he seemed to be able to handle himself quite well. It was almost ironic, seeing somebody who had prided himself on working with his hands, using some unseen force to do his bidding.
A low chuckle left your bloodied lips, the taste of metal strong in your mouth. Strange and the other man, Mordo, you think, had been tearing up the streets for nearly an hour, seeming to accomplish nothing but destruction. You’d been helping some others escape from the crossfire when a stray piece of shrapnel had ripped through your side, leaving a searing pain in its wake. Now it was less of an ache and more of a distant reminder, something that was telling every medical part of your mind that you needed help immediately.
Another wracking set of coughs forced its way up your lungs causing you to fall to the ground, glass and dirt stabbing into your hands from the wet pavement. Truthfully, you’d never really thought about how you were going to die, but you would’ve never imagined it like this. Your eyes scanned the disastrous area, stopping once they spotted Stephen through all the burning buildings and scattered items. An unbidden smile bloomed on your face as your arms gave out, your side hitting the sharp objects painfully. Your skin was on fire, each movement only furthering the pain. With each second that dragged on into eternity, your vision blurred more and more until you couldn’t make out any shape.
If you were correct, and you usually were, you didn’t have much longer. You weren’t ready to go; too many words left unspoken and actions left incomplete. What would your family think when they discovered your fate? Your heart cracked at the thought, a hot tear sliding tortuously slow down your cheek. What about Stephen? And your job? What would the world be like when you were gone? And what would you be like?
Your shallow breathing came out in erratic pants as your thoughts enveloped you in the darkness of fear. No longer did you feel the pain bound to you by human nature but instead you felt the finality of death. It was gruesome and scary, and if a warm hand hadn’t rested upon your cheek, you were quite sure that you would’ve gone mad from your own thoughts.