Chapter 11: Doctor! Doctor!

MacGyver clung onto the helicopter for dear life.

He had been sitting on the outside on the railing, studying his son and friend seated inside, when the helicopter had suddenly jerked forward, almost throwing him off. Luckily the pilot had pulled up a millisecond later, catching him from falling. What had caused the manoeuvre was beyond him, but he held a firm grip from that moment on; one which he didn't release even once during the remainder of the trip.

As the helicopter set down, MacGyver kept a close distance to himself, not daring striding of in case he wouldn't find his way back again.

As the company entered the building, he was torn though. The other him was taken into intensive care, while Sam was taken into a private room for a quick check. He decided to stick with his son, allowing his body to vanish away into a nearby pair of doors.

His son was after the ordeal unfathomably well physically. He had a broken wrist and a strained back-muscle after hanging from the cliff, but other than that and a few small scratches he was fine.

The nurse who had been appointed to care for Sam had at first panicked; seeing his patient covered in blood. But as he quickly realised it wasn't the boy's blood, so he calmed. The nurse realised the same thing as MacGyver had previously concluded: that it must have been his own blood which now covered his son. Apparently the claws of the larger pitbull had caused a bit more damage than he thought, or maybe the bleeding was cause by the explosion. Mac wasn't a doctor, so he couldn't really tell.

After getting his wrist plastered, Sam refused any more medical care and demanded to be with his father. He didn't get his will through though as Pete appeared, informing the younger lad that his father had gone into surgery. So after allowing some more fussing from the nurse, Sam was allowed to leave.

Father and son were reunited in a private room a few hours later. MacGyver's burns and wounds had been treated, and he had received an antidote for the venom.

A female doctor had appeared in the room just after they had been granted access; explaining the extent of the damages. Sam was shocked to hear about the deep marks of claws on his father's chest, but what really caught his attention was her theory of why MacGyver had managed to survive.

"The danger is that a snake will inject its full dose of poison, in which case the patient has about a 50% chance of death, unless he is treated. We found an injection-point on his neck, but it was from a needle, and not from fangs. I believe that this might have saved his life."

At the confused look on Sam's face, the lady went on.

"What I mean is that if it had been a real snakebite, he probably wouldn't have made it. But this poison seems like it had been diluted with a liquid, most likely water. The person using it had most likely been double-crossed by the seller of the poison and paid full price for a weaker mixture."

Sam, Pete and the doctor exchanged a smirk. To hear that Murdoc was most likely double-crossed worked like a sort of retribution. But the feeling of joy was quickly replaced by sadness again, as he looked over towards his father.

"I would say he got a seventy percent chance of full recovery." The doctor continued. "We've done everything we can, but due to the venom, he has lapsed into a coma, so now it's up to him. To fight."

That last word worked like a charm. As MacGyver had stood, listening in on the conversation, the final word made him want to act; to snap out of this state which he currently wandered around in. He looked at Sam, then after inhaling deeply, he slowly made his way over towards himself. Sitting down on the bed next to himself felt crazily surreal, but as this wasn't the first time he had been in this limbo-kind-of-world, he wasn't as shocked as last time, when he had been thrown from a high parking garage and almost died.

He was just about to lie down and calmly return into himself, when a voice made him freeze.

"But, MacGyver... Leaving the fun already?"

"Murdoc?!"

Standing in the doorway was none other than his arch nemesis, his usual smug grin covered his face, sending goosebumps all over Mac's body. Pete, Sam and the doctor hadn't reacted at all to Murdoc's sudden appearance.

"Well, MacGyver. What do you say? As we're both noble knights, except for the lack of shining armours and horses, why not settle this once and for all in a one-on-one? Winner goes back to the living, loser joins the land of the dead."

"No, Murdoc. I won't fight you more than I already have."

MacGyver turned, and was just about to touch down and return into himself when Murdoc said the unforgivable.

"When I get back, my first target will be Sam."

Mac closed his eyes, clenched his fists very alike his son had previously done, and in a burst of rage the protective father threw himself at the assassin. A fatal second to late MacGyver with horror realised that Murdoc had just lured him out of the door and together they broke through a wall of blinding bright light.

That was the moment Angus MacGyver flatlined.

A/N: Chapter song: Doctor! Doctor! – Thompson Twins