MARVEL IMAGINES

STEPHEN STRANGE || Hospital

You lowered yourself gently into the wheelchair, your favourite nurse holding it in position for you. You sighed contently, tapping the small arm rests impatiently.

"Where are we going, my dear Y/N?" Reece asked, beginning to push you out of your room. You hummed in response, thinking.

"Take me for a tour, please. A nice scenic route of the hospital."

Reece agreed, beginning to babble as he strolled across the hospital floors; pushing you with him. You listen distantly, watching the staff and patients around you. It was weirdly comforting, knowing that there are many other people facing the same problems as you. Yourself and Reece quickly left the cancer wing, moving into more optimistic floors and wards.

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Eventually, you arrived at the neuro ward. It looked exactly the same as the others, white and pastel blue. You frowned at the amount of people scattered about and crying, and the doctors trying their best to comfort them. Moving past the nurses station, you see a man standing there, looking at- assumably- patient files.

He was in dark blue scrubs, eyebrows knitted together intently. He was... hot. Incredibly hot. Your jaw must have dropped to the floor, as you heard Reece chuckle and jolt your wheelchair slightly. You yelped, having to cling onto the arm rests so you didn't topple out.

The extremely good looking doctor turned around then, watching you struggle in that half a second. He looked to Reece, giving him a cocky smile. "You should probably be more careful; don't want any patients falling and having to come back to me unconscious." He walked away, not giving your favourite nurse the time to reply.

You spun in your chair as much as you could. "Who the hell was that?!" You whisper shouted at Reece while he continued to push.

"Dr Stephen Strange. Neuro surgeon."

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WRITTEN BY ELLE