Super Dimensional Coffin Part 59

This is a serial first part HERE

Chapter 58: Clinical Preparations

-This time… a more delicate touch, setting up a clinic within his spirit, still better to do it from inside…-

Doctor Bones’ eyes flash bright and his horn sang.

-You who are stricken with illness,

I who am endowed with knowledge of ills,

You the patient, I the healer,

Beyond your will, beyond your powers, beyond that which ails you,

Curse upon me, no harm but harm to cure,

I within you,

So reduced, so bound, so empowered,

Till death or cure, never shall I part from within,


Abruptly Doctor Bones was no longer present and the spirit hand he had been hold was once more covered by the brambles. Instead Doctor Bones, conceptually reduced in size hovered before the Record of the mysterious patient.

-No resistance at all, such meticulous planning you have my patient-

Doctor Bones thought of many field clinics that a dimensional doctor could create, but he settled on one in particular. He held out his hands, and between them a ghostly image began to appear as he drew upon the Law within the patient and his affliction.

The image looked suspiciously like a two headed snake skeleton with blades for tongues. Such in the shape of garden shears no less. With a twist of his wrists the clippers chopped down on some unseen thing and like a bad dream the surroundings faded away. Doctor bones was now in a tomb filled with withered flowers. A deep darkness was in all the corners of this tomb, and no light no window was to be seen. The ceiling could not be seen either, naught but a heavy abyss was above.

In the centre of this tomb, upon a bare slab made of what appeared to be snake skeletons was the Record, and growing out from it, the roots of the corpseflower vanishing up into the abyssal ceiling. The Record had a more stable look to it, and the devouring the bramble root was doing had significantly slowed.

Neverwilt Clinic, a sealed space for the treatment of undead afflicted by plants. A surprisingly orthodox medical creation, one that leveraged the nature of the dead against the nature of the living. Though meant to ‘heal’ undead, it was fatal to the living. That the corpseflower didn’t instantly wither was testament to its power.

-That should be a bit better, now I just…-

A rumble. The very essence of the clinic wavered, brambles began to push through the darkness, threatening to tear the clinical space apart!

-This!? Neverwilt Clinic has been used before? However…-

The clippers manifested in Doctor Bones’ hands again.

-I am not some desperate novice! I AM THE LAST DOCTOR OF LATENT CORPENTSIS-

The two headed snake clippers flashed wildly driving the encroaching brambles back! Everything stabilized. Yet just as Doctor Bones was about to start, the very root itself trembled and a briar growling shot out at Doctor Bones, intending to eat him whole! Before Doctor Bones could react it was already upon him, There was a ghastly crunch as it came up against his medical barrier and cracks even started to form on the light projected from the horn.

Smoke poured from the maw and it continually broke down as it tried to eat him, yet even as that happened it reformed. It was clear that left unattended it would break the light of the horn by sheer persistence!

Now, Doctor Bones wasn’t just going to stand around waiting to get eaten! He pulled out a syringe! It was a golden one, vaguely in the shape of an hourglass.

-I’m sure all kinds of sedatives have been used on you, so take this!-

A question, when all other poisons fail, and one cannot send something to sleep, how then do you deal with it?

The answer is within Doctor Bones’ syringe.

A kind of time poison.

As soon as it was injected, the brambleroot froze. A little bit shaken Doctor Bones disentangled himself from the impromptu mouth. The clippers appeared and chopped the mouth from the main body. After making sure the give an extra dose to the main root of course.

-This looks like a big enough sample to test- Doctor Bones mused.

-Form, O seal of time and destruction. Tear and build anew, reveal the secrets before me through your cycles. Form, Healer’s Wheel of Trials Logriva-

A wheel of white metal, with eyes of blue gems slowly appeared like a drop of water appearing. The severed bramblemaw floated up above it and the wheel, laying flat began to rotate. At first you could see the wheel turn red and the gems shoot flame, destroying the maw, then reforming the maw, but as the wheel began to break down the bramblemaw in different ways it span faster and faster, until all that could be seen was a spacial distortion.

Doctor Bones could however follow it with his medical sight.

Author: SnowyMystic