A/N: Hello my dear readers!

Here is a request by The_Demons_Property where the reader got an accident and is healed by our dear Doctor Strange with whom she fell in love.

I wasn't very inspired so I hope you will like it.

Please leave a vote or a comment. 

PS: If you really wish, I can do a part two. 

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Lost.

That's how you felt when you opened your eyes. The moment life returned to your unsteady heart, you noticed immediately that's something was wrong. You took a sharp breath, trying to process what was happening. White bleach walls surrounded you with a beeping machine next to your body. Countless threads were linked to your body as the web to its spider. Your eyes widened at the sight of your bruised arm, your right one. You looked at it, broken with veins of blood running through your skin and purple bruises covering the limb. You bit your lip, tears on the verge to fall while pain overwhelmed your most used area: your arm. How were you supposed to draw now ? How were you supposed to write, grab things, and so on if you could not move your arm ? You were a writer, a famous one who often illustrates your writing with drawings or pictures you made but now this life was possibly gone. You knew that once something is broken, it'll never be the same again, not as it used to be before. You were right-handed and it was now broken. You could write with the other one, but still, you couldn't reach your peak anymore.

A Thousand thoughts were flooding in your mind, increased by pain when a knock snapped you out and you turned your head to see someone entered the room.The first thing you saw was bright blue eyes piercing right through your soul and a blush covered your cheeks. You opened your voice to say something but only a croak escaped your lips. You blinked quite surprised. « What just happened ? » you thought while the doctor looked at the machine and checked your pulse and other medical stuff. You reddened more at his touch and a smirk reached his lips when he noticed.

« I'm Doctor Stephen Strange. I'll be the one taking care of you. Do you remember what happened ? »

You shook your head, still confused.

« N..Not exactly » you managed to say. Your throat aching and the doctor immediately gave you a glass of water, you gulped it in one shot and thanked him with a nod. He sat in front of you, waiting and you looked at him, memorising his gorgeous features. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence which lingered around you.

« You got an accident. You fell down the stairs, and landed mainly on your arm. You have several fractures but with time and patience, it will heal. »

You added.

« But it will never be the same »

Stephen' s eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head to the side.

« I am a writer, and even if everyone wrote on computers or other things, I'm sticking to the traditional method, a paper and a pen. I know it's just the arm and not the fingers but everything is on the wrist, the trick is in the flexibility of the wrist. »

He nodded, agreeing with you.

« It's a gift and you think it is now gone. I understand. »

He thought for a while under your pained gaze and offered slowly:

« What if I could help you regain it ? »

You turned your head to him, a tiny glint of hope sparkling in your veiled eyes and this is that gaze which pushed the doctor to go further.

« How ? »

He put his hand on your injured arm, looking at you straight in the eyes. No pain erupted from your limb and you gasped. He removed his hand, his warmth vanishing and you whined. You wanted it again, it felt so.. right !

« What I'm going to tell you must not get out of this room If you accept, what you knew of the world will forever be changed. »

You pondered, the feel of writing throbbing into your wounded arm, unable to release the words on paper and before you stopped yourself, the final words escaped your lips :

« Yes ».

A smile plastered on Stephen and he got up, removing his doctor white coat, unveiling his magical outfit. You blinked a few times, noticing the way his blue tunic fitted his tone body and looked at him confused.

« Is it a joke ? »

« Of course not, Y/N. To begin your recovery, you need to go to Kamar-Taj where you will learn the Mystic Arts. It is this »

He raised his arm up and made circle, a ring on his finger while under your dumbfounded eyes, a wide blazing circle appeared. « What the hell ?! » You thought, a bit frightened by this new life. He turned to you, smiling and handed you a paper, smiling warmly at you. How could such blue eyes make you so fluttered ?

« Here is my number and the address if you're interested. »

« For recover ? »

« Yes, or more »

He smirked at you, while a blush covered your cheeks when you realised what he meant and he stepped in the circle, vanishing into the portal. When he disappeared, you looked at the small piece of paper with black words noted on it.

« What a strange encounter, » you thought, smiling and putting the paper against your heart, almost ready to enter in this new and probably dangerous world.

*Time Skip*

It has been three days since the arrival of Stephen in your life and you had left the hospital shortly after he vanished in a portal. Since that day, you had been searching for the miraculous cure which could help you : Mystic Arts. First, you thought it was a dark cult or that it was just a fantasy but what Stephen did in the hospital room still lingered in your mind. Just for information, you searched his name on the Internet and found out he was a famous neurosurgeon until a car accident broke the stability of his hands. The memory of his hand on your arm played again and again in your mind and your heart ached to see him again. So you decided to give it a shot. What did you have to lose ? Nothing.

You arrived at the place in the evening, looking for the place until the number of the door caught your eye. You knocked at the door, waiting with your arm softly wrapped in your coat, protecting it from any harm. An Asian man opened it and looked at you with his piercing eyes.

« Hello, my name is Y/N, I'm here to see Doctor Strange. »

He nodded and let you in, introducing himself quickly. « Wong? Really? Did I get it wrong?'» you thought while he walked quickly to what seemed to be a library.

You watched in awe the place you had stepped in, clearly amazed by the architectural building and so on.

« Strange, someone is here for you » Wong said before leaving you at a fast pace.

The doctor, sitting at a table full of opened books, raised his head up. Your eyes connected with his, diving in one of the bluest eyes you've ever seen and you felt your cheeks reddened. The moment he saw you, a smile tugged at his lips as if he knew you were going to come. He got up and walked towards you.

« Hi, doctor. »

He extended his hands for you to shake.

« Please, call me Stephen. »

His gloved hands encompassed yours and gently squeezed in a polite manner. And you shivered at his touch.

« You came. Finally. »

« What ? Were you waiting for me ? »

He smirked, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

« Maybe. »

 And this was the beginning of a wonderful world you never regretted to have come in, feeling safe around Strange and even settling with someone who loved you for who you are.  

A/N: So what did you think?