Doctor Strange End Credits Scene Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had strong, muscled legs. Draven, I need to stitch it. Where is your doctor? A man walked inside. I’m here; I will finish this. Thank you. I sat on the chair watching him as he stitched. Draven's face turned to me; his eyes fixated on me. Emily, his hand reached for mine. I hesitated, but since he lost blood, he won’t remember this. Alpha Draven is almost over…Then I looked at the doctor as he nodded. They carried him to his bedroom.

"I have the best warm food prepared for you. You can have some once you're feeling a bit . . . " The doctor starts stitching the deep wound in my left thigh and I hear nothing else the Alpha says. Pain makes me see stars despite my blindness. Then the lights of the stars fade into darkness as I lose consciousness.

"Now breathe out. Two... three... four..." The breath left my lungs in a shaky rush. "Again." Another breath. Then another. Little by little, the crushing pressure around my chest began to ease. The pounding in my ears faded, and the room slowly came back into focus. "There you go," Gloria whispered. "I've got you." The last bit of strength left my body. My body sagged forward, completely exhausted. Gloria caught me before I could slide off the bed and wrapped her arms around me. "It's okay."

A tear slid down his cheek. "No, Doctor," he replied quietly. "You don’t know me at all." He stood and left. Maya watched him. Something itched at her mind, like a word she forgot. Then her pager beeped—she had a life to save. She turned and walked into the operating room. But when she stepped inside, she noticed the door. On the back, in fine gold ink, someone had written: "THE END?" Maya stopped. She looked at her palm. There was a small scar shaped like a key. She glanced back down the hallway, but the man was gone. Suddenly, the hospital lights flickered. For a split second, the walls became pages from a book.

“Liora is Alpha Ronan’s sweetheart. If we don’t do what she orders, we’ll be dead.” The doctor shoved them away as if waking from a trance and pushed between the staff toward Scarlet’s bed, trying to stop the others from closing in. For a second it seemed he might hold the chaos back. Then someone else...panicked, trembling, hands shaking...reached for a scalpel to start the procedure. The room stank of fear and disinfectant. The doctor reacted like a struck animal: he lunged, and the blade found the other’s face in a savage, instant motion that ended the man’s life without ceremony.

Then the white space began collapsing faster. Cracks spreading everywhere. The countdown reappeared above them. Not on a screen. In the sky itself. 00:03 00:02 00:01 Then Dr. Laurent smiled. And whispered: “Thank you for opening the door.” Everything went dark completely.

Voss realized it the moment the doctor stopped walking and turned to face them. The walls seemed to close in, the white lights too sharp, too bright. Even the air felt thinner, like there wasn’t enough of it to breathe. The doctor cleared his throat. “We ran the extended panel,” he said carefully, as if each word needed permission before leaving his mouth. “Including the rare strain we were worried about.” Adrian leaned in immediately, shoulders stiff, eyes locked on the doctor. He hadn’t sat down since the bleeding started again. His hands were shaking, but he didn’t notice. He didn’t even blink.

The Doctor lead the Wolves into a smaller room with two gurneys in the centre, the walls were tiled white and it stank of a mix of disinfectant and formaldehyde, the Doctor pulled back the blue sheets that were covering the bodies, all of a sudden it was real, Dominic nodded and left the room while Stacy stood in shock, it was them, it was really them. “Would you like a minute with your friends?” Grace asked, Stacy nodded, and the Doctor left the room to meet Dominic at her desk, Stacy moved towards the deceased female and lifted her hand, it was ice cold and as pale as the walls, “Rest well and may the goddess welcome you and your Wolf back with open arms, may you find Nick and live forever

His voice, laced with authority, cut through the silence, "Who is this?" Tracy's response was humble, almost tinged with a hint of fear, as she averted her gaze from the doctor's piercing eyes. "He's the new janitor," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. A heavy silence descended upon the room, magnifying the tension that hung in the air. Drak stood tall, his expression guarded, as Doctor Hale slowly rose from his chair. Closing the distance between them, he approached Drak with purpose, his eyes locked on the bandage that encircled Drak's head.