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Doctor

My body, how did I make it back to the mansion without any accidents? Why is my body reacting so different? Was it because of that slash I took from Jervis's hat? Whatever it is I don't think it matters, at least not right now. But why is Alfred trying to carry my body? Oh, that's right, I-I tripped. No, more like fell to the floor without having a second thought as to why my body just gave out. It just felt right. This darkness that is consuming me feels right. But, the yells from Alfred make me want to open my eyes, but my body rejects even the slightest movement from me. I'm sorry. I couldn't tell if I said it out loud or if I was just thinking it in my mind. But the darkness is calling out to me, and I couldn't bring myself to reject that.

When Alfred saw the door open to the mansion he thought that Master Wayne had come home, but the moment he turned back around to what he was doing, he heard a loud thud hit the floor. He then quickly turned to see that Bruce was on the floor, face first to the cold marble floor.

Alfred quickly ran over to him. "Master Wayne, what happened to you?" screamed the man as he tried to turn his body around. But he quickly stopped when he saw a gash of red on his back spilling freely and raised his hand to see that it was his blood. He began trying to lift his heavier body from the floor while also not injuring him more then he already was.

"Come on Master Wayne. You don't expect an old man like me to still be able to carry you, now?" grunted Alfred as he used all his force to pick him up by his under arms and swing one of his arms over his head while he held on to Bruce's hip with his other hand.

Alfred felt like he was carrying dead weight up the flight of stairs but it didn't matter how different his strength has gotten from his younger years to his present ones. All that mattered was that Bruce made it to his room safe so he could begin treating his wound.

Once Alfred made it to Bruce's room he struggled with keeping Bruce's body still upright as he tried to open the door, but the moment he did open the door he saw that Jonathan's body was also occupying the bed and it must have slipped his mind when he was bringing Bruce's body up. "No time to pick another room now." He continued walking to the other side of the bed that wasn't occupied and slowly placed Bruce's body on it.

"I must get the medical kit." Alfred exited the room in a hurry that he did not, once notice the head of Jonathan turn to look at the injured man who now accompanied him.

I heard the butler begin to come up the flight of stairs that I decided to close my eyes back up to not make him worry about me since it sounded obvious that Bruce was in more dire need of attention.

I heard as he walked across the room to place Bruce on the other side of the bed. "I must get the medical kit." And then I heard as he walked out of the room. I took that time to look over to Bruce's body which was right across from mine. But unlike his I finally had some movement back in mine. I soon saw a deep red crimson color begin to clash with the white sheets that the bed had. I normally wouldn't care what happened to the billionaire but I knew that if it wasn't for him then I probably wouldn't be alive at the moment, anyone else would have left me to die anyway.

So, I begin to move my hand, which for some reason quivered more than I wanted it to, and placed it over Bruce's forehead. A fever. What could have affected him to gain a mortal wound and a fever? I had no time to think as I heard the butler return, and I closed my eyes back up.

"Master Wayne, I must stitch up your wound."

I then heard the butler begin to remove the top layer of clothing Bruce had on as the bed creaked with all the movement he was making. The butler must have been in charge of Bruce's injuries since I could tell he finished faster than any other inexperienced man would. But then I heard what I knew was going to come.

"Master Wayne, you're running a fever! And on the looks of it, it seems to be getting worse!"

At this point I couldn't consider myself Jonathan Crane or the Scarecrow, no, I just considered myself that one thing I thought I would never be again. A doctor.

"B-butler." I said in a raspy tone.

That quickly got his attention as he rushed over to my side. "Dr. Crane! You are awake! How-"

I blinked my eyes and tried to get used to the light of the room as I frowned. "Don't worry about m-me. C-can you bring me m-my suite case? I have something that should help."

"Right away." And he left in a hurry to go search for my suite case.

I tightly closed my eyes and began looking through my mind to find the definition of the word doctor.

n doctor [ˈdoktə]

1 a person who is trained to treat people.

2 a person who has gained the highest degree in any subject.

v

1 to interfere with; to add something to (usually alcohol or drugs).

2 to treat with medicine etc.

As I scanned this word through my head I knew I fitted those categories. If by half, I didn't want to completely lie to myself and say that everything I've done was for the good of others, more as, it was good for me to use and record more notes on every single one of them.

But now, I opened my eyes and looked over to the panting man who was sweating, I could at least use my expertise and then lie to myself later. I brought up my quivering hand over to feel Bruce's forehead with the back of my hand and felt it warm, more so than anything that I have ever come across.

I took my hand away from his forehead and began trying to sit up, I cringed at the pain that my abdomen area was causing but I still tried to lean my upper body by the head board, pushing with my arms to get into that position. Once I accomplished that I moved a bit closer to Bruce until I was by his side. My own pain soon forgotten as the mind of a doctor soon came over me.

"Where is that butler? Bruce-" Where did that come from? I never call him by his first name, it feels nice though. Like the name fits him than calling him "Mr. Wayne" all day. I hardly think he even likes the title.

"Bruce." I whisper in a quiet voice, felling the syllables out with mouth. It definitely was better than "Mr. Wayne" that sounds like a mouthful. I turn my gaze from the man and notice that my glasses are on top of the nightstand. Before I could move to get them, the butler finally shows up with my suite case.

"Here." He placed the suite case on the side of the bed that was vacant. I nodded and then pointed to my glasses.

"Can you get those?"

He handed me my glasses and I placed them on my face. I took notice to my hands as they still quivered but I still tried to get my suite case open. Once I succeeded, I took out a syringe but it soon fell to the bed as my shaking got worse that I soon started panting. The butler came towards me but I merely waved him off. "Hand me the syringe, I need to inject him with it."My movement was long gone and I knew it, my body was about to give out due to how much I have forced myself.

The butler handed me the syringe and I tried with all my power not to shake. Once I got nearer to Bruce I could see that he was beginning to pant more than any usual fever could do to someone and that's when I decided to do the most humiliating thing I have ever done in my whole doctor career.

I closed my eyes and said, "c-can you please leave the room." It was embarrassing enough to know what I was about to do, I didn't want anyone else seeing me do it.

"Wh-"

"Please." I interrupted him and waited for him to finally exit the room so that I could begin with the injection.

Right now Bruce's body is facing upwards, in a few moments I'm going to need that body facing downwards. I gently placed the syringe at my side using both my hands to control the trembling in my movements. I needed to hurry this up or I'll fall back to unconsciousness without having given him the proper medicine.

I looked at his face for a moment and then my eyes wondered down to his pants, his belt to be more exact. I brought up both my hands and began unbuckling Bruce from said pants. It was harder since my hands couldn't stop their own movement which was spontaneous. At first I couldn't pull out the damn buckle since it liked to get caught in every little hole that it went by but I soon finally got the damn thing loose and began pulling down his pant far enough to get to the desired area.

I then pulled his body towards me until his back was facing up where I could see the butler's handy work of stitching him up. Now, the last and final thing I needed to do was to pull down Bruce's boxers. I'm a doctor and I know what I'm doing. Giving myself a quick pep talk before reaching for the boxers and begin pulling them down.

I reached for the syringe and tried my best to stop my quivering to just inject Bruce in the dorsogluteal muscle. I closed my eyes to stop the fading that I was having to concentrate on the task in hand. I brought my arm up and tried to remember where the exact spot was to inject him. I took a deep breath in and placed my other unoccupied hand slightly above his waist area and injected him with the syringe.

"Ahhhh!"

I held him down as to not thrash around and ruin the process. Once I was finished I took the syringe out and secured his boxers back in place letting my hand linger there and before I knew it, I completely lost consciousness.

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To those who don't know what the "dorsogluteal muscle" is, well, it's the a**.

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