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Donald heard something coming from Lukas’s room. It almost sounded like a loud bang. What could it have been, though? Donald grabbed his cane and made his way to Lukas’s room. “Lukas? Are you okay in there, brother?” he knocked on the door. When Lukas didn’t respond he slowly opened the door, he knew something was wrong because whatever the sound was, there’s no way Lukas would’ve slept through it.

“Lukas what-” Donald gasped and his cane fell to the ground with a clang. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Lukas’s bed was…glowing with an eerie green flame and he was dead asleep on his tattered bed. Donald grabbed his cane and got as quickly as he could to Lukas’s side. For some reason he couldn’t feel any heat coming off of the flames. What was going on here? He reached for Lukas, trying to shake him awake, “Lukas! Brother, please wake up!” his body was shaking so much that even his bad leg moved, Lukas!” Donald tried to fight back tears, “I-I can’t lose you, I almost lost you once. I am NOT going to lose my brother now,” Donald knelt beside his brother’s bed, “Because that’s what you are. My brother. You’ve always been my brother even though you never thought so.”

Although Donald had a bad leg, his upper body strength made up for it. All of those years of football were about to pay off. He picked up his brother’s body and threw it over his shoulder. He struggled to walk out of Lukas’s room with his brother in tow, but he was determined to not let have anything happen to him. Never. He wasn’t going to lose another family member.

Donald quickly called 911 and they were at their place within minutes. They were used to getting calls from the Blakes, but they were used to getting calls about Donald, not Lukas. Donald drove with them to the hospital. On the way there he closed his eyes but and all he heard was thunder, and all he saw was lightning, he didn’t know what this meant though. As they rushed him into a room to try and figure out what was wrong with him, Donald waited by the door.

strangestdoctor

Stephen could feel the Earth shaking. There was nothing on the stars nor on his cup of tea that would prepare him for what it was about to come. He had been staying in the hospital for longer hours lately, under the false pretense that he was on a visit to his brother. However, he had scanned Victor’s room in all the way known by the Book of the Vishanti to make sure his little brother was safe from this new thread. Point being, Stephen was sure that whoever was trying to trans pass to Earth had not got its hands on another Strange. However, he was still in the hospital all the time, he would desperately try to reach the kids on their sleep, but it didn’t matter how much he tried, he was never able to pull them out of that inferno.

He was afraid for Earth. He was afraid for those kids, and Jane and every person he cared about. But that approach was not working. He would need to try something new. And all the energy on that day he knew that something was about to change. He looked outside and he saw the lighting, even though it didn’t seem like raining on that particular night. He looked at the window once again and he could understand it. This was no human lighting storm, this was something coming from other Realm, and people walked around the hospital unaware of the dangerous mystery on the sky, being invisible to the human eyes.

An ambulance came in, and Stephen felt like it was caring enough power to blow up an entire universe on it. Would it be another kid? Would this be the one who would open the portal for this Ancient Evil? He rushed to the corridor and got the lift. This new patient; he knew exactly where they would take it, to the same floor where the kids were. Strange was not authorized, but on the rush he was able to grab a white coat and he acted as there was nothing wrong with his presence. So people didn’t ask him any questions. Doctor Strange could feel the magic and the pain leaving a track around the corridors. Like blood gushing from a gaping wound. And he just needed to follow this track to discover which room this new patient would be staying. And by the power of the Vishanti, he was surprised at who he saw standing outside it; Donald. His human crippled body looked the same, except for the obviously worried face, but his soul was just so powerful that it was frightening. He seemed to have the sky stuck on his throat. The lighting. Was it him?

“D-Donald? What are you doing here? What’s going on?”