Doctor Strange

Frank! What the hell was that thing?

I don't know!

Run!

Chuck! Chuck!

No! No!

Someone help me!

There's something down here!

Get me out! Get me out! Help!

Help me!

Come on!

Come on!

The beast is shrouded. Use the eye.

It has tasted flesh.

We must not let it escape.

Agreed.

I will conceal our efforts.

What the hell?

Lucy, the legs!

No beast has ever come this close

to the sanctum before.

Mordo, does this not concern you?

The creature is dead.

I will leave the worrying to you.

What?

He saw us?

Yes.

Through your spell?

It would appear so.

"DOCTOR STRANGE"

Dr. Strange, wait!

Doctor!

Dr. Strange.

Man, it's been chaos,

absolute chaos.

Maybe I should check

your phone battery,

because I left you several...

Well, anyway,

just a couple of patient files to go over.

Five minutes. Tops.

I'm only here for rounds, Cory.

Uh, Miss Latansie, acute aphasia,

migraines, facial nerve paralysis.

Referred by the Third Street

clinic downtown.

Insurance?

Well, their deductible's

fairly substantial, but...

- Income?

- Modest.

Okay, low, but...

Cory, you have screened

these cases, haven't you?

Yes, but...

Would a medical journal

be interested in Miss Latansie?

- No, but...

- Then neither am I.

You love your job, don't you?

I'm living the dream.

Stephen, good.

When I saw Cory sulking out there,

I knew you were in.

Oliver.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Please, sit down.

How's the grind?

Turning me into hamburger.

What can I do to help?

Seriously?

Absolutely.

Good, because as you know,

part of my job as administrator

is to keep this hospital

running smoothly.

So it helps if members

of my senior staff

aren't trying to, uh,

strangle one another.

And?

People want to strangle you, Stephen.

Dr. Atwater for one.

She's been to see me again.

That woman has issues.

Yes, she does.

And they're all with you.

Look, I know you two

have a personal history...

Oliver, that has nothing

to do with this.

Fine.

But she calls you to the coma ward

for consults, you ignore her,

she rattles my cage, I rattle yours...

Please, let's just...

stop the dance, Stephen.

Okay. I promise I'll schedule her in.

She's waiting for you now.

Perfect.

I can't believe it.

The great Dr. Strange

has descended from his lofty tower

to slum in the coma ward.

Don't get used to it.

This hospital didn't hire me

to handle ordinary cases.

I almost forgot how grumpy you get

when you miss your morning

coffee and colonic.

Let me clarify

the economics for you, Gina.

Sensational patients

bring recognition.

Recognition brings money,

and money keeps

Wellhaven's doors open.

You should be thanking me.

Oh, Stephen.

What happened to you?

Don't you care anymore?

Caring is not a luxury I can afford.

I get the hopeless cases, remember?

I know.

That's why I need you.

The patient's name is Camille.

Gina, she's 12.

Yeah, I know you don't treat children,

but this is a special case.

Mrs. Carranza, this is Dr. Strange...

one of the world's

finest neurosurgeons

and a specialist in

aberrant brain maladies.

What symptoms did she present

prior to losing consciousness?

She had nightmares.

That's unfortunate,

but I'm not a dream-reader.

Stephen, please.

Gina, these are my tools.

She needs a psychoanalyst,

not a surgeon.

It's not just nightmares.

It's her brain.

Look. This was taken seven days ago.

An embolism.

And this was taken this morning.

That's right.

Eight more in one week.

I've never seen anything like this.

Well, I have.

Something's going on in there.

Camille? Camille.

Can you hear me?

The nightmares.

What... what did she see?

What?

What did she see in her nightmares?

A face.

She always saw a burning face.

So that's it?

Children in mysterious comas

don't make the grade

for the great Dr. Strange?

I am sick of this hospital

feeding your monster ego.

It's time you start giving back.

No! No!

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

- Oh!

- Sorry.

Lipstick?

Since when does my

little sister wear lipstick?

Hey, give it back, moron.

Aw, come on.

I just want to help you.

Get away from me!

Oh, admit it. You look way better.

You are so dead.

Get off of me!

No!

April! You okay?

April.

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Stephen?

Here. Have some water.

The children...

What?

The ones in the road.

Did I... hit any of them?

Stephen, there weren't

any children.

Witnesses say you just lost control.

No, I...

but I saw...

You've been under for three days.

You're just a little confused.

Good news is

you're going to be okay.

Three days?

Oh, God.

I want to see my chart.

I really think...

Show it to me.

Show it to me now.

Listen, Stephen,

nothing is absolute

in the world of medicine.

You know that.

Save it.

I'll be lucky if can open a door,

let alone hold a scalpel.

You're still a doctor,

and you don't need a scalpel

to heal people.

You think I had this coming,

don't you?

Stephen, please.

Just go.

Pardon me.

Wonderful to see you again,

Dr. Strange.

Would you like assistance

getting into your residence?

No.

There you are, sir.

Let me know

if you need anything else.

Oliver, there's got to be someone.

There's always someone

who will take your money, Stephen,

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