365 Days of Drabbles, Day One Hundred Fifty-Three

[jeriendhal]

For lilfluff: “Finding a doctor when you're a cross-dimensional traveler”

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It wasn’t that a bleeding man had shown up at his door at 2am in the morning. He was a doctor, that happened sometimes. It was that it was a bleeding man wearing his face.

First things first though. “Lay down. I’ll call an ambulance.” He opened the closet door to get his emergency kit.

“No hospitals,” the other him croaked. “Too complicated.”

He started cutting away the man’s shirt. “What's going on?”

“Do you know a Dr. Waverly?”

“Yeah, that crank who said that… Oh, God. He was right?”

“Yes, and some people aren’t happy about that. Prepare yourself.”

Comments

[rix_scaedu]

You punt that the local you is also a doctor and living in the same place?

[(Anonymous)]

Or that the dimensions have similar wireless standards, so he could Google the address of his local instance.

[allah-sulu.livejournal.com]

It could be a "nearby" dimension, with just a recent, minor divergence, meaning that most people and things are still in the same place.

[natf.livejournal.com]

This leaves me wanting to know what Dr. Waverly said!