Doctor Strange End Credits Scene Novels & Stories

A doctor stood frozen near the entrance. "Oh…" His eyes moved between us awkwardly. "Sorry," he said. Iris immediately stood up and walked out, shutting the door behind her. I leaned back against the bed exhaling slowly. The doctor shook his head. "Actually I forgot my…" He stopped completely. His eyes dropped toward my body. Every injury was gone. The doctor froze. Slowly, I turned my head toward him. My eyes glowed gold.

"But we must be patient and thorough in our approach." With a heavy heart, Adolph turned his gaze back to Scarlett, his fingers brushing against her hand. The room felt heavy with uncertainty, the answers they sought shrouded in a veil of mystery. "Thank you, Doctor," Adolph said softly, his gratitude evident in his voice. The doctor nodded once more and turned to leave the room, leaving behind a sense of determination and a glimmer of hope.

A red laser dot appears on Alex’s forehead. And the chapter ends.

Jesse thought he’d read that in his comics, and that if some weird voodoo-black magic had trapped Scott in that triangle and Jesse tried to push him out with a stick, maybe Scott would go crazy and have seizures and . Wait. Jesse pointed his flashlight where Scott had seen the board on the wall. Careful to side step the triangle that had trapped Scott, he approached it. Much as he hated himself, he couldn’t make himself look at Scott as he passed. In his comics Dr. Strange was always saying spells and opening the third eye, making weird hand gestures for magic. Maybe the words Scott thought he’d seen on the plaque were magic words that would set him free? Jesse’s flashlight lit up the board.

“I’ll give you something to help you sleep – it will speed up the healing process.” “No, I don’t--” “Yes,” Edric and Doc say at the same time. Oh, what the hell. Maybe a nap will help with the still nagging hangover. “Fine, whatever.” Doc sticks a needle in my arm. The last thing I see before my heavy eyelids slam shut is Edric punching Doc in the face just before he can jam a scalpel in my mate’s neck. I have time for one last thought: What the fuck is going on?

Merrick spat crimson, fingers locked around a gleaming scalpel, “I'll carve him up like a turkey—” “You would not even make it two steps.” His eyes widened, still as insecure as ever, and I hoped the cameras captured his stupid face. “You fucking—” I looked over his head to see the double doors at the end of the hallway open wide, and a doctor in blue scrubs stepped out, face grim. The world stopped spinning, because whatever that doctor was about to say would decide if I still had one.

Did the Doctor confuse me with one of his other patients? I hardly notice when the Doctor says his goodbyes and leaves the room after a hushed conversation with Derrick by the door. My eyes move up to meet his hesitant green orbs once he reaches his seat on the right side of my bed. “Doctor Boyd says that you are free to leave the clinic tomorrow afternoon if you would like.”

Another decade of unending reign of silence accompanied with empty stares at her lifeless body passed between us. It was as though she got uncomfortable with my stare because she stirred a bit. I thought my mind was playing games with me but when I diverted my attention to the screen, I noticed a few wavelengths on the initially very straight line. I looked at Dante in shock and he confirmed that he saw it too. "Are you seeing what I'm —--" "This is creepy as f&ck just call the damn Doctor already." Dante was freaking out already. "Doctor!" I called out immediately, calmly but very loud.

The woman stutters and falls silent. “And from the looks of it, Mairi, you stupid fool, she’s still very much aware. That last dosage didn’t work. So get the fuck out of my sight before I do the dishonorable thing of ripping that last eye out of its socket.” Horror twists my stomach as Celeste turns her attention back to me, smoothing that eerie doll-like smile across her face. The slam of the door behind her echoes sharply, signaling the doctor’s exit. “Just kill me already. And be quick with it if it helps sate your dark mind. If it helps you sleep at night knowing you killed someone as powerless as myself.”

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.