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The Doctor didn’t pay any mind to the two, focused solely on the procedure. He held the girl’s leg in a vice grip to cancel out any squirming that might get in his way. Often, sparks would leap around and weave betwixt the nails jutting out of his head. They ran down the thick cords in his arms and bounced off his conductive self, getting absorbed instantly when they reached cotton sheets.

Dr.Carter tried to recall times he’s done sutures before. Back when he was somewhat still human. He remembered watching how the brain surgeons did them. So balanced and precise. Careful. Herman strived to emulate them, but the volatile electricity coursing through his body gave the killer an awful twitch.

The hardest part, however, was not letting the needle in his hands become a tiny lightning rod. Lucky for her, though, the Doctor is well acquainted with discipline and restraint.

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Philip stood by a little longer, watching his fellow monsters disappear into the dark. His stare was the brightest thing about him, shifting his weight between his bandaged feet.

The concern was becoming harder to ignore.

His head tilted down the other hallway, hearing the Entity’s call for a trial and frowning at the demon’s blatant negligence. The Wraith feels a twinge of similitude with that though, choosing to abandon the hospital and taking steps down that path.

He doesn’t want to be around for this. Under different circumstances it might’ve been interesting to disapear and watch it all unfold, but his heart bleeds for the little one. He wishes he was more suited to protect her. Philip shakes his head though, convinced he wouldn’t be of much help if he did decide to stay.

The Wraith reaches up and smears the paint off his face.

Soft crackles of the Doctor’s sparks weren’t concerning to Min; if anything it was a grounding reminder that he was there. Her younger iteration wasn’t as happy, twitching and whimpering as Min stroked her hair and tried to keep her from crying.

The only thing that did leave Min uncomfortable was the position she was left in with the kid. She could honestly say that she wasn’t at all familiar with children, and this was probably the first kid she’d actually held. Being awkward was too hard for her brain to manage with all the pain and damage it was trying to focus on instead.

So, whatever teeny bits of ‘motherly instinct’ she had did its job. It felt weird since this was just another version of herself, but would also rather not watch herself become traumatized.

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Dr.Carter’s bloodshot eye slowly drifted back over to the little one, listening to Min’s speech.

“ONLY IF YOU WANT ME POKING YOUR SKIN WITH MORE NEEDLES.” Though his face could hardly move, the amusement was apparent in his voice.

“THERE MIGHT BE A LITTLE KETAMINE STILL LYING AROUND.” Herman straightened up to look back at the door, then at the cabinet. Ultimately, he shook his head.

“I DON’T THINK IT’S WORTH THE TROUBLE.” The Doctor murmured as the needle tore a hole, threading the first of the sutures.

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As a courtesy, the Wraith uncloaked. His frown became visible, not liking the state of his fellow killers. Sally looked fine, but he could practically feel the vindictive energy radiating from Ms.Anna.

Michael, too, looked a bit worse for wear. The banshee had a hard time feeling bad for him though, subconsciously clenching his bandaged hand into a fist.

“Did you give the girl back to-…?”

Philip simply nodded, letting the Nurse trail off. There was trepidation in her voice.

Anna huffed, tired of the silly, convoluted games the Doctor seemed to be playing with all of them.

“She’s safe.” He clarified, hoping the news would help pacify the Huntress.

The woman’s jaw set, giving a resolute nod before moving around the ghoul, nearly shouldering him out of the way as she passed.

He turned to watch them go, tilting his head at the Shape- clearly delirious from blood loss and head trauma. The Wraith thought of returning the favour for the cut Myers dealt him, but preying on the weak always struck him as unsavoury.

“Aahg- goddamnit,” Min muttered as Herman simply went on despite her little spiel. She did move to hold the kid still when she flinched with the needle poke, trying to soothe her after her little gasp of surprise.

She had done her best in trying to help her child self, now the best she could do was keep her from squirming and worsening her predicament.

“Shh shh sh, its okay.” Min hushed, Feng shivering and closing her eyes, refusing to look at the Doctor working.

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Michael simply sat in silence as the Wraith made himself apparent, continuing his reign of silence as the group spoke to each other. Whatever tension the wraith wasn’t felt at all by Myers; either he didn’t remember, or did not care of the past predicament between them.

...Most likely the former. The blood-matted hair on his mask told plenty of his grim encounter.

The entity wasn’t very merciful to killers outside of trials, and frankly the only reason he was still romping about was his own inhuman ability to persist despite injury.

His zombie-like movement started up again once the two women he followed started moving again, trailing along and not offering the ghost even a parting glance.

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Feng’s comment made him stop and blink. He giggled along with her, coming closer and draping his weighty arms around her. The electricity crackled and coiled down his form, the only indicator that he’s still coming down from all the theatrics.

“I’m not sure. When you meet the right person it just comes naturally I suppose. I’m not moving to fast for you, am I?”

He kept up his devious grin, soon adding, “Admittedly, I’m trying to distract you, and judging by the look on your face and your overall disposition, I’d say it’s working.” The Doctor seemed smug, comfortable with analyzing her.

“Witnessing the results of my ministrations has always been one of my favourite pastimes, you see.” Carter mused, evidently trying to distract himself as well.

“I’d like to show you something,” he started, changing the subject again quickly as he drifted back over to the record player.

“No, no,” Feng reassured, looking up to him with a soft, content look. She grew a more attentive look as the onslaught of big vocabulary and analysis came once again. Not something she was too uncomfortable with, more like trying to keep up with him was hard sometimes.

She’d have to teach him some Chinese sometime, so she could maybe sprinkle it in her usual talk and have him try and decipher it. That thought was comical.

But Herman looked pretty happy with his own theatrics. Her gaze followed him as Herman left her side, Feng shifting around to watch him.

The old machine wasn’t too foreign to her, but still looked like a dinosaur compared to anything she’d ever used to listen to music.

“Haven’t seen on of those things in, uh.. anywhere else than a museum.” Feng giggled, legs swinging idly.

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Feng resting her head on his chest made The Doctor glance down. It reminded him she was even there, what with how little she weighed to someone with his obscene strength.

Her words drew a soft smile from him, unaware he’s even making it.

“Agreed.”

The wooden floor of Carter’s office creaked under his shoes, gently lowering Feng down onto his desk. He hovered over her after setting her there.

“You’ll have to forgive me for bringing up the subject again, but… you’re right to suggest that we should merely try and enjoy ourselves for now.” Herman started, still smiling though his eyes didn’t meet hers.

“If we truly are powerless against the one that lingers in the shadows, then what’s the use for this overwhelming dread? Fear is an incredible motivator, but when there’s nothing more to be done it becomes disdainfully pointless… The patients whom accepted this fact were the ones I held the most respect for. I cured them, made them think logically for once in their lives. They were the ones who screamed the least, too.” He chuckled, keeping her close to him.

“Let’s not discuss work though.”

The Doctor took Feng’s chin between his charred fingers, his intense, fluorescent eyes boring deep into hers.

“As long as im with you, “doing nothing” can make for an impressively worthwhile experience.”

Feng lifted her head once they arrived in the office. Again, she was set on the desk, looking back to Herman once settled.

It felt weird and a little creepy looking up at him like this, but the following monologue brought her to the present. He had her in the first half, honestly, the topic turning a bit more grim as he giggled over agony; but she got caught up on what he said.

Cured them. It was a weird thought, thinking that he actually might have done good for people in his career as a ‘doctor’.

Envisioning him as anything more than the blood-thirsty criminal he was before all hadn’t struck her until now, but entertaining the thought sounded like a good way to pass time; maybe she could even ask him about it. 

Though what he meant by ‘cured’ could be different from what Feng defined it as; with that she decided to take it all with a grain of salt for now.

Her attention was snatched as the mood suddenly swapped, Feng blinking the surprise from her face. Her gaze softened with the pink in her cheeks.

“Where’d you learn to be such a sap, doc?” She chuckled.

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“MOST LIKELY.” The Doctor murmured in amusement, deciding on where to start. The interjection pulled his eye back over to the bedridden girl.

“I’M A NEUROSCIENTIST, NOT A PEDIATRICIAN.” Herman let his hands rest on his lap, staring at Miss Min.

“DO YOU HAVE COMPLAINTS?” He giggled, seeing no faults whatsoever in his treatment. The Doctor’s eerie, pried-open grin betrayed no emotion now.

~

Anna prowled down the hallway, her fellow killer(s?) In tow. The longer she had to travel in this awful building the worse she felt, especially after her latest exchange with it’s resident Doctor.

She could hear Sally drifting behind her, the whisper of her burning dress and labored breathing. Her grip tightened on the axe.

She’d prefer if they weren’t around for this, knowing how much Sally hated the violence, and all the chaos it brought. Ms.Smithson, too was beginning to feel a bit apprehensive, watching the Huntress’ determined strides.

That train of thought stopped when she noticed someone coming toward them, however.

“Philip?” The ghost called out.

Both Anna and the Wraith halted in surprise. Sally forgot how difficult it was for others to see him while spirited away like this. The Huntress squinted, unable to make out what her companion was referring to.

Having his cover blown was always awkward for the Wraith, but at least she wasn’t using a flashlight to do it.

Min looked less than pleased with that answer, giving a shake of her head and trying to sit up.

She grimaced with the pain from her middle, but didn’t let it stop her, propping herself up on her elbows and resting her arm around the kid.

“With kids... They’re a lot squishier and fragile than adults, and- and really everything you do is gonna be ten times scarier,” She explained. It was a lesson that wouldn’t really be applicable to any other situation, but Feng was too enveloped in her train of thought to stop.

“Try and sugar coat it a lil’, okay? Or else she’ll cry or hate you or both,” Min continued. Feng was awfully confused and worried. Threading the needle felt like a big mistake, and even with Min’s ‘comforting’ babbling going on behind her, she couldn’t help but be anxious.

“You got anything that could- um- numb it? Maybe?” Min asked.

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Michael was indeed still padding after the duo like a duckling. Blood caked his head, but had long since stopped flowing, his rationality and ability to think coherently coming back in bits.

Despite this, he still followed. Not like he had anything better to do; that and he felt like Anna would get confrontational should he bail without the run being returned to her (if it had ever even been with her in the first place).

He, too, did not see the ‘Philip’ Sally called to. He simply stopped when the rest of them did.

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The Doctor’s awful, permanent smile grew more delighted at the bedridden girl’s words. Perhaps inappropriately so. Herman couldn’t help but chuckle, she was right after all.

Before he could return the banter, the little one with the needle in her hands stole his attention. The Doctor plucked them from her grasp, inspecting the handiwork. He seemed to think it was sufficient, carrying on with preparations.

“CERTAINLY! EVAN SEEMS TO BE VERY INTERESTED IN YOU.” His eye found its way back to the girl, pulling the scissors out of his head to snip the surgical thread. Herman crammed the sharp implement back where he found it, tying a knot in the suture.

“…THE CROOKED ONE TENDS TO JUST FOLLOW HIM AROUND, NOT UNLIKE A DOG.” He continued, taking Feng’s leg from behind her knee.

“AND PHILIP?” Herman shrugs, “NOW HE’S A LITTLE LESS PREDICTABLE, BUT I CAN APPRECIATE THAT ABOUT HIM. HE’S PROBABLY OFF FIXING HIS FACE PAINT, OR PICKING AT HIS SCABS” Herman giggled.

Sitting down on the bed, The Doctor rested Feng’s foot on his knee. Hunched over, he sponged away the excess blood, looking like he was about to begin.

“ARE YOU READY?”

Feng listened on with curiosity, watching Herman’s hands as he worked. Evan’s apparent ‘interest’ in her did put her on edge; she didn’t want to be in any of that angry man’s thoughts.

‘The Crooked’ was a mystery to her until Herman went on to talk of Philip. Most of his banter was too confusing for Feng to really get much out of, listening but mostly hoping that the two outside wouldn’t be joining them in here an time soon.

Her worries shifted to the task at hand when the Doctor took her knee and began to pat away blood. Feng shivered with the sting.

“Um--” She faltered. “Is-is this gonna hurt?”

Min roused again. A careful hand was placed on Feng’s back.

“You ever work with kids before, doc?” She mumbled.

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His eyes flickered down to her, then back again.

“No.” The Doctor’s voice matched his displeased frown, listening out for anymore commotion. He didn’t have an answer or explanation for her anyway.

Herman exhaled slowly, decompressing with the breath.

“Well, it obviously knows.” Herman assumed, announcing it casually as if it were an inconvenience as minor as the weather. Still, he glared toward the heart of the institute, trying to spot what was lingering there.

“…But it isn’t doing anything.” There was a confused curiosity in his voice now; offended, even.

Without another second of hesitation, the killer shook his head, marching down the hall back toward his office. He seemed pensive and tense, unsure of what to believe. That, and not wanting to stress Miss Min out with more conversation about it.

Feng should have expected the ‘No’, but the eeriness of it all still clawed up her back like icy talons. Although she often prided herself on being ‘used’ to the supernatural happenings of this realm, the entity’s presence would always make her skin crawl without fail.

The worst of it was she couldn’t even be certain that the noises were that of the entity. It had to be, right? What else could it be?

Herman’s tone was awfully irritated- almost as if this was an ‘ants on the picnic blanket’ situation rather than an entire building doing a shimmy-shake.

In that same tone, he dropped the situation altogether and went on his merry way with her.

Once she thought it over, she didn’t really want to worry too much about; things were already busy and full of happenings. The last thing she needed was to stress herself into another panic attack over this.

Feng let out the breath she was holding in a little huff. Her head moved to rest on Herman’s chest, letting her eyes shut for a moment.

“I’m already tuckered out from all this,” She snorted.

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Feng’s jargon was silly enough to make The Doctor halt outright, dropping his hands and staring at her. Either that or he’s reasonably given up on trying to thread the needle, based on his own limitations.

Herman stared for a moment, then giggled, turning his eye on the little one instead.

“DON’T PAY HER ANY MIND. SHE’S STILL COMING DOWN FROM THE- …MEDICINE I GAVE HER.” The Doctor floundered a bit, not wanting to pique her curiosity too much.

He passed little Feng the needle and thread. “COULD YOU THREAD THIS FOR ME? JUST BE CAREFUL NOT TO POKE YOURSELF. THAT’S FOR ME TO DO.” He giggled.

The bright red pupil of his locked onto the older iteration then.

“AND YOU OUGHT TO KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN. THE MAN YOU’RE GOSSIPING ABOUT IS WAITING JUST OUTSIDE THIS ROOM.” Herman seemed eerily calm despite this.

The child took the needle and thread as it was offered to her. Now this was a task she could do- her mother sewed in her free time, little Feng at her side pestering to be involved.

Big Feng was more interested in griping and complaining about the trapper. Though she was quickly running out of steam to do so.

“If he can’t handle the truth, that’s his problem,” Min muttered, pushing her head into the old hospital bed to snuggle in groggily. “What’s he gonna do? Kill me? Hah.”

By the end of Min’s grumbling, the kid offered the threaded needle back to Herman.

“They’re- they’re still around?” She asked with knitted brows. The group seemed grumpy enough (at least the one in question) that she’d assumed they would leave after they got her here.

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The Doctor stared at the tiles, wringing out his burnt, bloody hands thoughtfully.

Accidentally tuning out her words, he payed attention to Feng only once he caught sight of her grabbing the shoes in his periphery. The man blinked.

“…I realize now that I don’t have any spare footwear for you.” Herman admitted as he cracked an apologetic smile, albeit prickled by the humour of it.

“Hm.” Thinking for a moment, The Doctor decided to lean down and scoop the girl up.

“I suppose I’ll just have to carry you like this for the time being.” The improvisation made him giggle abashedly, but the mischievous note in his voice suggested it never was one at all.

Before he could hear her protest witness any sort of elicited reaction, again the hospital’s infrastructure rumbled. The pipes and cables in the walls groaned from the disturbance, and the beds and televisions rattled. Somehow it seemed more subdued that the first occurrence, though. Perhaps only because he isn’t suffering a state of delirium currently.

This time, Carter merely scoffed. He scowled into the darkness, adjusting his hold on Miss Min.

The floor was freezing, Feng debating wearing her shoes just so she didn’t step bare-footed on something rusty. Herman pipping up caught her attention.

“Oh, its-” She started, interrupted when he plucked her up. Feng made a small disgruntled noise but was otherwise calm. On instinct, she wanted to make a fuss, but didn’t when the nice feeling of not standing on the cold floor hit her.

Herman was a lot warmer than her. She was about to get cozy, but the ominous grumble of the institute made her freeze. Foreboding kept her still as her gaze moved about in search of a source.

Nothing. Doc looked undisturbed, if not annoyed of the otherworldly occurrence.

Whether Feng should feel comforted that Herman wasn’t freaking out over it was unclear to her; especially when his glare moved toward the dark of the halls.

“Um,” Feng uttered, pushing in a little closer. “Is that normal?”

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After a few blinks the Doctor realized what she meant by those words. He dragged a hand over his bloodied scalp, appearing surprised by what he saw.

“…Physically, I will be fine.” He gave an abashed chuckle.

“I believe there’s something wrong with my head that’s a little bit trickier to deal with than a few epidermal tears. I forgot I even did that to myself. Oh dear…” He muttered.

The killer seemed content looking the blood on his hand, though; relieved that the fiasco is over with. Slowly Carter curled his fingers into a fist, looking to Feng once more.

“Are you going to be alright?” the man giggled, parroting her words.

“I realize that full blow hysteria isn’t a very appropriate response to-… you know.” Herman shrugged, looking off and holding his hand.

At least your throes are actually real and worth complaining about; The Doctor thought about telling her.

He’ll keep his bitterness to himself for now.

Continuing to scrutinize Herman, Feng stayed quiet and attentive. He seemed to be fine now, but she really just wanted to make sure.

It felt eerie hearing about all this; the fact that he couldn't remember hurting himself like that. Feng always knew there was an obvious risk to being so close to the man, but being reminded of it wasn't too nice.

She didn't dwell on it. He didn't seem overtly worried or anxious about it, so she didn't either.

"Me? I'm still in one piece, aren't I?" Feng patted her chest with a confident grin. He hadn’t even hurt her on the drag to the exit, so she was content with her lack of bumps and bruises.

Careful not to step on anything sharp, Feng stood up- the angle of her sitting and him standing was getting a teensy bit awkward- and eyed her shoes. Still soaked, probably. She didn’t mind not wearing them if they weren’t going to be strolling around much.

She plucked up her shoes by the heels, making sure she didn’t forget her socks before looking back to Herman.

“Wanna head back to your office? Maybe unwind a bit and not think about all this crazy stuff.”

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