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Ah, she almost forgot! She needed to find him.
Zooming through the sky, still invisible, she went into the same direction she saw the doctor go in. She might be too late, she didn't spot that bright green of his clothing anywhere.
Stopping herself, she stood still.
Alright, different method then.
White ribbons appeared all around her. Each one represented a human in a 10 km radius. Had she increased it more, the more ribbons would appear for the more humans it detected farther out. Not only that, it would reach the tournament grounds, and there was quite the crowd there. She hoped he wasn't too far yet.
She hadn't marked the doctor yet, but there was no need. There was a special brand of magic he used, the teleportation business, and all the other fun stuff! All she needed to do was distinguish that from the crowd of ribbons with lesser magic imbued and then...
Ah, now that was a sparkling ribbon.
She gave a light tug on it, now able to see a marker showing the way to him. Following the path along, she quickly found his shivering body, curled up, on the grass, surrounded by forestry. Scalpel was beside him as well, and it seemed that he hadn't cleaned off the blood of the last battle he had. Dried crimson dirtied the beauty.
Cute. She should take a picture!
Summoning a camera, getting it to focus on her lovely subject, she snapped a photo from her current aerial view. He seemed so small. So fragile. A lost, regretful, grieving child.
Back into the pocket dimension the camera went. She won't forget this scene.
Now, onto what she was here for.
Tired. Tired. He could barely move anymore.
Yet, unable to lay into rest.
So here he was, watching the leaves blow in the weak wind, the few ants on the ground marching by. He should set his glasses down at least. Does he have enough energy to do that?
The last of it, he finds. As he set them right beside his head, he couldn't find it in him to move his arms anymore. They hurt. His whole body hurt. Hurting and aching.
He can't seem to really drift off. Mindlessly watching what he can see from the ground. It was better to have this than the white. At least he was alive and present.
Alive? Did he deserve such?
No. No, no. He hurt so many people, didn't he? And to think he vowed on the hippocratic oath, to be a doctor that swore to nurse the ones who were hurt.
And he'd gone and thrown that all away? For what? Because of–
His head ached as he thought about her. His failure. You were meant to be a perfect doctor that could help anyone with anything.
Did you do this?
The first victim, just before your madness?
You.
He's sinned. He's not sure about Hell’s existence but he figured should go there already. There's no fixing this.
You monster.
Unfortunately, he'd have to wait until morning or some time after to do it. Tired.
He doesn't deserve the peace of sleep.
No. He never did have peace.
Her.
He could almost cry, but he can't. He wants to give her all his apologies. Even then, he could never say sorry enough. She deserved more than he could ever give.
What would she think, think of what you've become?
He couldn't even muster a word to come out. Just a weak groan into a whine.
Maybe he deserved a slow death. To rot here, and let nature take his body. At least his dead body would feed into the plants, have vermin feed off his decayed flesh, let the mosquitoes take his blood, flies lay their eggs, the young maggots hatch and feast.
Yes, he should starve here.
"Doctor?"
What?
“You can hear me, can't you?”
Her voice again.
His first thought was to give some sort of response, but all he could manage was to open his mouth for a moment, deciding to close it back.
It was his mind playing another trick, it's not like there was an actual person he was talking to. Though, the last time he got an auditory hallucination, it snapped him out of his horrible ways.
He could listen to her again. Maybe something could come out of it...?
“You've still got a path ahead of you. It's not like you can't still do good.”
What was she talking about? He's utterly ruined everything for himself, hasn't he? No hospital would accept him with his well known past.
“You don't have to do it legally. There's plenty of people out there that don't have the resources to get proper treatment. Why don't you help them? You have your talents as a doctor and your special magic.”
Help? Was he really capable of helping others again? Would he trust himself not to lose it again? The smell of blood horrified him so.
He's no doctor. He's already failed. What good would it be to do it again, knowing that he'll fail another patient?
He'd be better off stopping himself before he could hurt others again.
He can't. He can't do this anymore.
“You're not going to end your suffering that quick, are you?”
...? What did sh-
“Do you really think you don't have to repent for all you've done? Do you think you deserve to die here? Do you think you get to go off the hook that easily? Do you? Do you, doctor? Why not suffer through a living hell before you go to the real deal?”
...It would be selfish not to use this rotten body to help more people, wouldn't it? He needed to repent and be punished.
He needed to drag his body to help others, until it couldn't move anymore. Even then, he'll find a way to help them. He won't let himself go without punishment.
He deserved to suffer.
He'll help people while he drags this corpse of a once respected and talented physician.
He'll...
Asleep now, huh? Well, that's good. He needed some good rest. Though she doubted he's going to actually get some quality sleep in this place. Better than nothing, she supposed.
She didn't really wanna peep into his brain to replicate her voice, but she wasn't sure if she'd be convincing otherwise. She hoped this will drive him into becoming the paper bag wearing doctor she was familiar with.
She stretched her arms, moving her neck from side to side. A little bit of a doozy that was.
It was nice whispering to him though. Very nice. She wished she could reach out and caress him, but she needed to keep the illusion up.
Wait. He's asleep now.
Surely he wouldn't mind a quick peck on the head?
She crouched down to his body.
Should she? No, of course not. This was morally wrong. Assault of some kind, she imagined. Morals didn't matter.
The question was, should she have her first kiss with him here? It's so tempting...
No, no! He should be awake to enjoy it. She'll suck up and just use her hands for now. It'd be a while before the doctor would be comfortable enough to unmask and let her bask in his smooth, bald glory.
Ahh... Soft.
She rubbed her hand across most of his bald head (heh) and took in the texture of it. Oh, she can't wait to do this again!
She retracted her hand, stood up, and hopped backwards a few times. She'd be blushing madly if she could.
Her hands trembled, before she lowered them to her sweatpants to grip onto.
“If I had a dick I'd be so hard right now, fuck.” She mumbled, mostly incoherent if anyone were to listen in.
She should leave. She should leave before anything else comes to mind.
Quickly floating back upwards, she took one last look at him. She waved her hand to him.
“Bye again, doctor. Promise I'll meet you soon! For reals next time! And we'll get to be good friends, and I'll help you with your problems, and you won't be as sad as you were before. I'll fix you.”
She took off, floating in whatever direction. Where was she going to stay for the few weeks to months before he got his clinic burned down? It's not like she needed food per se, perhaps she could just sleep through all of it. Though maybe it'd be better to get into the rhythm of this world's magic properly.
She already visited The Backyard, so she figured it shouldn't be too hard for her to get into the swing of things.
The Backyard... It's where she hid for a week or two.
Where she made some changes.
Nothing too bad, really. It was just to make a certain man's development more compelling.
Sure, the change meant she needed to do this, since there'd be no word of any betrayal or tampering with a girl’s surgery. But hey, guy's gotta learn that he can make mistakes.
Gods can make mistakes. That she was very familiar with.
Ahah, to be a Messiah, an idol to the populace.
If only she could be that kind and helpful.
“Too bad I'm an irredeemable monster. You have no idea, mister doctor man. Lucky you.”
She spotted a cave. That should do.
Lowering herself down, strolling inside. A few spider webs here and there, among other critters. She didn't really want to get mosquito bites but she wasn't too keen on moving around more. She drained herself with all the exertion of the day’s work.
Soon. Soon he'll be in her hands, and she would have someone to wish good night to. And then she'd have someone in the morning to see. A bright light, one that she will tune to shine brighter. A beautiful idol.
He will be hers.