Sinister strange was in his study flipping through the Darkhold in efforts to expand his already very powerful magic. He carefully ran a a blackened finger over the dream walking spell and began to read about it. All of the sudden the door to his sanctum opened and he went to investigate. He was shocked to find another Stephen from the multi verse that was after his dark hold. He managed to fight off his variant. Just as he was starting to get the upper hand his glass bay window shattered sending him through it. Stephen let out a yelp of pain as a searing pain rips through his abdomen as he's impaled on the fence surrounding his property. He didn't want to die, he wasn't ready to. He also certainly wasn't ready to die such a painful death. He was suffering greatly as his variant returned to his own reality.
[In his personal realm after death, he was looking over blueprints he has been working on when a familiar shout made him drop his papers and look around. That had been Stephen's voice, he was positive, and the man was in distress. Without thinking twice, knowing now that he could move freely anywhere he wished, he summoned his armor and took off out of the realm to go look for the man whose distress called to him. He found himself flying through some kind of vortex and appeared in a world that was shattered and in pieces like a jigsaw puzzle. Quickly he flew to where he sensed Stephen life energy fading and found the man impaled on the fence.]
Oh my God. Strange, hang on!
[He flew over and cut the spikes off the fence as close as he could get them to the man's stomach and tossed them aside. He lifted him off of the fence and used the nano machines produced by his suit to seal his wounds enough to stop the bleeding so he could carry him into the Sanctum. He was confused by the water but went up the stairs nonetheless and to the living room where he lay him on the couch.]
Hang in there. Don't die on me just yet, Mister Doctor. Some doctor you'd be, giving into a wound this simple.
