The Doctor lifted her in his arms, carrying the unconscious woman over to his operating table. Her thick, auburn hair framed a face that would have been alluring if she didn’t have such a deathly pallor. Her lips were devoid of color and a blended hue of black and blue encircled her eyes. He could tell that this injury had been sapping her life for a while. There was no time to waste.
He ran his hands along her limbs, sensing with his mutant ability for the cause of her ailment. After a few minutes he discovered the root of the problem: a shard of metal the size of his pinky. Further probing revealed that this was no ordinary metal. He had never seen vibranium in person, but he knew its properties.
It was considered by many to be the anti-metal, capable of cutting through any metal. Its popularity came from its presence in Captain America’s shield, but no one had been able to duplicate his signature weapon. Prolonged exposure during experiments had brought about varied results in individuals, many of which ended in a cancerous death. It seemed that the same fate was threatening Shadowcat, although how it entered into her body remained a mystery.
There was no guarantee that his body could repel the negative effects of this metal. He paced around the room as he debated the course of action to take. He could heal her instantly at great risk to his own life and health. He could operate and attempt to remove it manually, but it didn’t look like she could live through the surgical trauma in her current state. Or he could do nothing. After all, he had no affiliation with the X-Men and owed them nothing.
Yet he felt a certain connection of kinship because she was a mutant. He stopped pacing and looked at her, watching her chest rise and fall with struggled breaths. He was wasting time with this internal debate when he already knew what he would do. He would save her life. He never turned away someone in need, and she needed him more than anyone who had previously been on his table.
He placed his hands over her shoulder, palms directly above the metal. He closed his eyes and began to envision the metal leaving her body. His hands grew warm, emitting a pale green glow. Someone in the crowd outside of his home screamed, breaking his concentration for a moment. He felt the vibranium slipping back into her shoulder.
He shut out the outside world, focusing on the task at hand. The heat from his hands started to burn a small hole into the yellow fabric of her uniform, filling the air with the scent of singed cloth. He sensed the vibranium leaving her body and entering his even though the metal never pierced her flesh.
He sent his aura through her body, cleansing the damage from the exposure. As he purged her system he felt his becoming overwhelmed, his antibodies rushing throughout his body to fend off the invader. It took every ounce of concentration to keep from fading into unconsciousness.
Her brown eyes fluttered open, locking with his. Her complexion had returned, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks and forehead. He felt the last of the illness leave her body as the door slammed open again. The doctor fell to one knee, holding the table for support.
“Here kitty, kitty,” Fred Dukes said as he stepped into the doorway. “Time for you to learn that nothing moves The Blob.”
This is the second installment in this story. You can read the first by following the link to The Doctor. You won’t want to miss the third installment when Shadowcat takes on The Blob in battle.