Me: I hate school… the 4th Quarter is always the longest…
Leslie: If you don't get through it, you won't make it in the…
Me: Yeah, in the real
world. Did you ever think that it's pointless? That we live for
death?
Leslie: … Why are you asking about that?
Me: To set a depressing mood. People, if you fail Operation 6-4… well…
Leslie: (looking
through the game menu) 6-4… the one where you operate on Dr.
Stiles
right?
Me: (nods and dresses in black)
Leslie: (in black as well) Huh?
Me: I don't own Trauma Center, Altus does, but failing the mission depends on you.
oOoOoOo
Trauma Center: Second Opinion Failed
oOoOoOo
"Quick! The Paraskevi is getting ready to burrow!"
"What?! Damn!"
The tapeworm GUILT
disappeared into the heart. The vitals fell in an instant to zero and
the pulse
flat-lined.
"No!"
The operation on Derek Stiles… had failed.
"No! NO! Derek!"
"…There's nothing we can do… close him up…"
Dr. Stiles' nurse
had to be escorted from the room, but even then, she never would
recover.
oOoOoOo
It was a darkening time
as everyone stood in the cemetery in Angeles Bay. The clouds
only reflected the
mood, hanging high with a grey and ominous presence, letting a
torrent
of rain collapse upon
the ground. Grass and sky were broken by a sea of black, all bowed
before one plot. She
couldn't watch but her eyes refused to look away, her body didn't
want to move. Her tears
blended in the rain, a tight lip keeping anyone and everyone else
away.
They parted as she
past, walking to the grave, a bundle of lilies in her arms. This was
the
last thing, after
months of working together, she thought of doing… approaching…
approaching… Angie
shut her eyes, biting her lip as she stood before the grave, setting
the flowers on the
casket. She moved back as it started to disappear from view.
Sound was drowned out
as she backed away, the priest's words falling to the Caduceus
and Hope employees,
some of his closest friends and various others. She turned her back
at the sight, allowing
her shoulders to quake as sobs racked her body. By the time she
was done, everyone had
left, the grave was set and her eyes became blank… Angie
would never more be the
same.
All around me are
familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Nothing appeared new at
Caduceus, not even the doctor Sidney assigned her to. The
glances everyone sent
her were always the same except for her doctor's. Go figure… he
was entirely new…
Bright and early for
their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Angie arrived earlier
than before, appearing in a constant emotionless state. The only
crack through the
emotionless was the tear tracing down her face every time another
patient was covered by
the blanket. Fellow friends didn't know what to do.
Their tears are
filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Dr. Kimishima had
apparently left Caduceus Europe a few days after the operation, but
this was the first
Angie had heard about it. Everything just… tuned in and out like a
faulty radio. She
didn't feel hate to the former doctor… she'd tried her best…
Hide my head I want
to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
The apartment room was
left dark as she cried. She was hiding from the outside world,
from everything that
brought back his smiling face, his laugh, and his kind demeanor.
The hospital was always
where he proved himself to be a considerable surgeon, able to
fight the seven strains
of GUILT which later claimed his life.
And I find it kind
of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which
I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
Roses bedecked his
grave now, the crimson locking into Angie's eyes. With her hands
before her, she gazed
at her pale wrists, but pulled back, mentally slapping herself for
ever a thought…
though… if she did, would he be there? She walked away, never
noticing Tyler and
Leslie rise from hiding, concerned.
I find it hard to
tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's
a very, very
"Can we do anything
about it?" Leslie asked. Chase shook his head, no smile adorning
his face. "Derek was
the only person who made her happy… I mean… he helped her
through the shock of
finding her dad working for Delphi… he saved her father from
Savato… he probably
affected her even more…" "Who are we kidding…?" Cybil
sighed,
"Angie fell in love…
and watched him die before her eyes…"
Mad World
Mad
world
Three years passed,
Angie was now 24 and still acting like a shell of her former self, if
not, a little better.
She started disciplining her doctor and verbally burning him for
flirting
when he had to work.
Maybe a day's vacation was what she needed for now…
…but that could never hold true.
The day was marked
without anyone's knowledge. She would be caught in an armed
robbery, saving a small
child's life… one shot to the heart was all it took. Fortunately,
someone was waiting for
her as she left the world behind.
oOoOoOo
Me: I didn't reach 1,000 words as I hoped… (looks around) Where's my person? Oh
well… Song is the remake of 'Mad World' sung by Gary Jules. Bye.
Final word count: 912
