Doctor Strange Page #3

I've killed dozens of 'em.

What has happened?

Shadowhounds.

I will accompany you.

Oh? And what of your duties

as nursemaid?

Even when I was

your nursemaid, Mordo,

I still accomplished

all that was required of me.

Stay in the light.

That is where they are most vulnerable.

I do not see them.

They hunt in shadow

and in great numbers.

How do we lure them out?

We already have.

Spread out!

Adena!

Where are you?

Show yourselves, you vermin!

Oh, there you are.

Come on, then!

What are they doing?

Gathering.

And so we wait.

When we can smell their breath,

only then do we strike.

Prepare yourselves.

Hello?

Wong?

Excuse me.

I, uh...

I was told to begin work

this morning.

Then you may begin.

You want me to scrub the floor?

I would do it, but I am an old man.

I don't understand.

How am I supposed

to hold the brushes?

That is between you

and the brushes.

Where are the others?

They fought bravely,

but were lost, Ancient One.

The creatures move

with increasing confidence.

They seek their master,

and Dormammu's influence

grows stronger by the day.

How is that possible?

I have seen the gateway.

The dark dimension remains sealed.

Dormammu has not come through.

Yes, but I fear

he knows something we do not.

- Doctor...

- Please.

She will not survive without surgery.

And there's little hope

that she'll survive with it.

Let me tell you something.

Hope is the only thing

keeping her together.

I'm not letting you take that away.

What'd he say?

Forget him.

He's not the right doctor for you.

You've said that about the last three.

Listen to me, April.

We're gonna wait six months.

By then, I'll be your doctor,

and we'll deal with this once and for all.

You're gonna be my doctor?

Oh, man.

Now I'm really in trouble.

Wait until you get my bill.

Look, I don't know why you think

this is helping me,

because it isn't!

My hands... are getting worse!

They should not be

the measure of your progress.

What is, then?

It isn't the wall.

You guys keep rebuilding it.

Just tell me.

When can I use these again?

This is not about your hands.

It never has been.

Listen to me.

I am a doctor!

I need my hands!

No. You do not.

Then there's no reason

for me to be here.

Let him go.

But, Ancient One, he will not survive.

That is his choice.

In the end, he must find

his own way back.

Okay, April,

You should be feeling

a little more relaxed.

I'm not scared.

And you shouldn't be.

Because I'm gonna

take care of you.

How do I look?

You could use some more lipstick.

Okay, we're ready.

Now, when you wake up,

you'll feel a little groggy,

but you'll be all better.

I am scared.

April, you're gonna be fine.

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