Trauma Centre: Under the Knife
Tylers Promise
A/N: This is a first for me (first drama, first trauma centre fic) Hope you like it :)
Caduceus wasn't a lively place at night, there were only a few people on staff for emergencies. The only sounds were the shuffling feet of the cleaners and the beep, beep, beep of various machines. It was now or never…
Tyler Chase slipped into the private ward numbered 103, Derek Stiles ward. Delphi had got him, with the final and most deadly strain of GUILT: Savato. According to Victors reports, it was a parasite form of death itself. No one knew how to stop it. Every counter measure they tried…it was only delaying the inevitable. And poor Derek… he had suffered. Gone was the bright, optimistic… and sometimes clueless Doctor who had tackled 6 strains of GUILT. The Doctor that lay in the bed before Tyler… was a broken man. One who had lost all hope.
He didn't turn on any lights; it would only attract unwanted attention. The moonlight streaming through the window bathed the room in an unearthly light. It would be enough.
Setting down his bag, Tyler gently shook his friends shoulder. "Derek, dude. It's me." With great effort he opened his heavy eyes. Indeed it was Tyler, with his blonde surfers hair.
"Took you…long enough." His voice was no more than a gruff whisper. An akward silence hung in the air for a few moments.
"Derek…are you sure-"
"Dammit Tyler… we've already gone through this!" True, they had discussed it. Tyler had agreed, prepared, but now that it was time to follow through…he was afraid. The blonde shook his head.
"But there must be another way."
"I see it in their eyes Tyler…The looks they give me, the staff know I'm a lost cause…It's over!"
"Derek-"
"I'm tired Tyler…I'm tired of them cutting me open, I just-" he cut off, a choking gasp escaping his throat as he gripped his chest.
"Derek!" The surgeon couldn't reply, his eyes squeezed shut against the searing pain." Tyler made a move to get help but Derek gripped his arm with the little strength he had left. "Don't!" He hissed through clenched teeth. After another moment the pain subsided, Dereks arm went limp again.
"Savato." Tyler exclaimed, his voice no more than a frightened whisper.
"Please don't dissuade me…You said you would help me. Are you going back on your word?" At length, Tyler answered the question.
"…No."
"Do it then." Derek said simply. Resting his eyes. Tyler made no reply as he took a syringe out of his bag and filled it with some unknown chemical.
"I'm… gonna miss you dude… Thanks for what you did… for Amy." Tears stung his eyes and with trembling hands, he injected the poisons into Dereks arm.
"Promise me one thing." The dying surgeon said as he felt the nip of the needle.
"What?" Tyler replied, his voice breaking.
"Promise me…that I'm your last patient…as a death Doctor. Tyler gripped his friends hand. Silent tears falling down his cheeks.
"I promise."
