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Captain Doom: Uprising: Chapter IIIThe doctor ran up to the troubled superhuman, who was currently crouching on the ground.Captain Doom: Uprising: Chapter III by fantasEteen
He grabbed Christoph by the shoulders and carefully pulled him up. "Hey, hey, take deep breaths. I understand this may be a shock to you--"
"Th-that's an understatement Herr Doktor." stuttered Christoph, his shoulders vibrating as a sudden weakness overtook his body.
"The name's Doctor Carlos Riveria. Please, come back inside. It appears the one who was supposed to come see you hasn't arrived yet."
Dr. Riveria pulled Christoph back inside and placed him on the cot. He ordered the nurse to give him some morphine. "I assume you'll need to rest a bit more to process all this. She will administer you a little something to help you feel calmer."
Christoph turned away from him and gazed into the window, his face struggling for the right emotions to display. "I don't need it."
The doctor peered over the rims of his glasses, amused. "Yeah, clearly you don't. Look Christoph," he walked across
Captain Doom: Uprising: Chapter IIThere were voices speaking over him, muffled.Captain Doom: Uprising: Chapter II by fantasEteen
He couldn't quite make out what they were saying in their rapid-fire speech, nor could he focus on any of their faces.
He seemed to be in an enclosed space; there is barely any room for him to move his limbs. With some difficulty, he lifted a limp hand and tore off the membrane draped around him.
Someone in the room turned on the lights overhead. A burning pain shot through his eyeballs.
He heard a whirring sound and the case opened, the hair upon his body standing up in the startling cold of the room. His eyes were still adjusting to the long-forgotten advent of light and other than his right hand, his limbs were still quite immobile.
A group of people in lab coats stood over him, examining his body. One of them took out a pair of small scissors and began cutting away at the outer layer of his cocoon, placing the pieces inside a container. He breathed in deeply and was met with the stench of anesthetic.
Am I in a hospital? He wonder