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The young woman remained unsettled as Christine and her colleagues got to work, not putting her under a general anaestethic for this type of wound but instead just choosing to give her something to relieve the pain. For the time being. She remained lucid so far, however, and she did not grow less restless nor worried.
Rather, she seemed to get increasingly agitated as the minutes ticked by, as if she was afraid to be stationary for this long. Christine did not get it, but it gave her a bad feeling to say the least. Her colleagues did not share in her worries, secure in their belief that the young woman was merely spooked or delusional. Christine would not bet on that.
It had not even been half an hour and though the woman was stable, they still had work to do when four men arrived at the scene along with two women; five of them flanking the sixth person, striding dramatically through the hallway to the room where they were caring for the young female.
Perhaps, if things were different, they would have looked more than a little silly, but the actual effect of the strangely put-together individuals in their robes looked distinctly menacing. Where her colleagues stepped aside in shock; not able to connect these individuals to the young woman and generally taken aback, Christine did the only thing she could do at that moment, she stepped out the door- after a moment of hesitation, once she realised that they had indeed been discovered - and placed herself between the threat and her patient.
The man at the front smirked. "Oh, the ignorance of the awerage New Yorker," he drawled. "There is nothing you can do, little doctor - step aside, or I'll step right through you!" He smirked, with the sort of arrogance only shown by someone who is utterly sure of themselves but have no true values nor any insight into anything actually important.
"Oh to the contrary, she is much cleverer than you. She is buying time - unneccessarily, as it turns out." Christine had never, ever been so relieved to see Stephen anywhere (and she could recall quite a few occasions when she'd been very relieved to see him in the past).
The effect of Stephen's arrival was immediate. Later, other doctors spoke about a golden light illusion occuring in several of the robe-wearing individual's hands - but any magical battle was short. Faced with Master Doctor Stephen Strange, Earth's Sorcerer Supreme? They ran. Within a fortnight, any medical personel besides Christine or Stephen had convinced themselves they had imagined the entire scene.
What surprised as much, but was not as generally forgotten by anyone in that hospital room, was that the previously terrified young woman had breathed a sigh of relief once Stephen stepped out of the hallway and into the room, side by side with Christine. "Master Strange!" The woman did something strange with her hands, and then handed over what looked like a small golden trinket to their former colleague, who blinked slightly at whatever it was he saw in the tiny piece, but thanked her politely, assuring her he'd keep her safe for some reason.
They did not have any more problems with the girl, nor was there any more unusual occurences that day. And when she was eventually healed enough to leave, even if it was against medical advice, Doctor Palmer was - strangely - the one to take her home, or wherever she in fact took her.