Doctor Strange End Credits Scene Novels & Stories

“You've changed.” “I am glad. It would have been disgusting if I remained the same.” She answered, before letting out a small chuckle. Those words hit harder than any insult could have. Ethan remained silent as she continued walking. He deserved it so there was no need bringing it up again. When they reached the medical wing, several doctors immediately surrounded her, eager to speak with the renowned physician who had built a reputation far beyond Mooncrest. Gabrielle listened carefully as they explained the situation, asking questions and reviewing the medical reports before giving instructions.

Vania pointed to Devandra’s hand, breath trembling. The doctor checked his pupils, reflexes, and the brain activity on the monitor. “There’s an increase in activity. Motor responses are beginning to return,” the doctor said with a small smile. “This is a good sign. We’ll monitor him closely in the coming hours.” Vania covered her mouth, tears of relief flowing freely. “Thank God…” --- Closing Action Scene: Meanwhile, elsewhere… Lyra stood on the balcony of a five-star hotel, a glass of wine in her hand. She glanced down at her phone, reading a message from an unknown contact:

Am currently angered. This dumb doctor trick me. He dare trick an alpha. Now he certainly must pay. He crash on ghf floor over fright. He weakly crawl away. Glass splinter piercing sure weakens him. His medical outfit stains badly but likewise I he care less. He finally meet a wall. He encounters a dead end. I smirk. A dead end marks his actual end. Nothing is rescuing his trickish ass from my venomous claws. He wriggles on the floor. He wriggles and turn to me.

“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.

I clung to the memory of them, desperate to hold on to something good as my reality crumbled around me. Suddenly, the building shook again. The sounds from the next room intensified—a final crescendo of moans and a guttural roar that could only mean one thing: the Boss was finishing. The doctor smirked, nodding to himself as if he were proud of what was going on next to us. He glanced at me one last time. "Get up, but stay here. The boss will want to see you now."