Title: Revenge
Author: NeverRoses
Summary: Delphi has returned, but this time with a brand new disease which is just as or maybe even deadlier. They no longer have an interest in the public, but in caduceus.
Chapter 1: Broken Glass
Note: Some of the operations have questionable treatments i'm aware, but like i'm sure the game did, i'm improvising and trying to make sense and maybe the treatment is completely wrong, but i'm trying. Please bear with me and don't reveiw flames. Thank you. ~NR
Angie read off the clipboard as Derek prepared for another Surgery. "Vitals dropped to low fifties, he was fading in and out of consciousness. A large tumor has surfaced in his left lung and some strange aneurysms are developing around his stomach." Angie flipped the page over. "History of frequent arrythmia so there might be a some trouble." Derek frowned. The boy was only 19 and was having major surgery, if looked at in the big picture, it was tragic.
"Alright. Let's start." Derek said pushing open the doors to the O.R. It was yet another day at Caduceus, a normal one. It was fairly pleasent seeing as GUILT had been tormenting the public only half a year ago. Derek carfully cut, knowing well how to perform a lobectomy and remove tumors. Sidney popped his head into the room for a moment.
"Victor has locked himself up in the lab again, we'll have to get another researcher to assist you with this one, Derek." Sidney sounded annoyed. Derek smiled a bit behind his mask, and nodded slightly. After he had carefully removed two tumors and was heading for the last one, the researcher came in.
"I'm sorry i'm late Dr. Stiles." She quickly walked to his side, and placed some test tubes on the surgical tool table.
"At least you came." Angie quickly replied for Derek as he removed the last tumor. Derek gave a slight nod before parting the skin to reveal a large aneurysm near the upper stomach, strangely enough it was colored with a tinge of sickly green or some odd reason. Derek raised an eyebrow. The researcher frowned.
"Questionable issues in the Tunica externa, continue." Derek nodded and continues, starting to cut around it when blood shot out and barely missed spraying the researcher. She jumped to the side quickly. Angie quickly looked up.
"Are you alright Miss..." Angie trailed off to stare at the researcher. She had long silver hair with shockingly blue eyes. She was beautiful, gorgeous... She looked at Angie.
"Bara. Shiro Bara." She said before giving a small smile and turning to the Operating table after nodding. Angie looked back to the table where Derek stared at a large unusual growth in the artery. Shiro grabbed the test tube and pulled off the top. "Inject this into the T.C. Growth." Derek took took the syringe and injected the purple liquid into it and it prompty shrunk back and stiffened. "Cut it out, that's it. All there is to it." Shiro smiled widely under the mask of hers. Derek quickly finished and watched at the boy Williams, Samuel. Samuel Williams. He had noticed when they brought him in that he was an albino. He frowned, imagining what he probably had to do on a daily basis. Wear heavy clothing, wear dark glasses, put up with comments...
"Well, he's okay now." Derek turned to Shiro. "Thanks, we couldn't have done it without you." He turned as he heard a yell from down the hall and tapped leslie's shoulder as she passed. "Check on the patients down that way." He whispered to her. She nodded and walked that way as he turned back to Shiro. Shiro shook her head.
"Thank Dr. Niguel. He made the Medicine, i just delivered it." She smiled. "Well, i'm off work already, i'll see you later." She waved and jogged down the hallway and turned the corner towards the stairs. Angie sighed.
"Thank godness Ms. Bara came when she did." Derek nodded.
"Yeah." Derek smiled at Angie and turned and walked down the hall. Angie trotted behind him.
"It bothers me that Dr. Niguel locked himself up during a delicate operation that needed him." Angie crossed her arms. Derek chuckled.
"He's probably just working hard." Derek rounded the corner and crashed into someone. "Ow! I'm sorry!" He looked up. Tyler waved his hands in front of him apologetically.
"Nah, dude. I'm sorry, totally wasn't looking." He smiled at Derek. "So Derek, how'd it go?" He playfully ruffled Derek's hair. Derek lughed lightly and playfully shoved Tyler.
"It went okay. We had to have another researcher come in to help though since victor locked himself up again." Derek sighed, and slipped a hand in his pocket. "The T.C. growths have been popping up a lot recently. Thank god they aren't too bad, nothing like GUILT was." Tyler nodded.
"Tunica Corrisives are pretty annoying." Tyler then snapped his head towards he hallway to his right. "You heard that right...?" Tyler said, his face dead serious, eyes narrowed. Derek was serious immediately, and so was Angie.
"No, what was it...?" Derek's voice got slightly lower. Tyler then grabbed Derek's head and trapped it in his armpit and gave him a noogie.
"The Lunch Bell Stiles! The Lunch Bell!" He giggled, Derek sqirming in his stranglehold. Tyler let go and ran down the hall towards the mess hall.
"Tyler!!!" Derek shot off after him leaving the poor Angie tripping and stumbling behind them.
"You two! Stop running in the halls!"
Once her shout was heard, they both had crashed into the mess hall landing on each other on the mess hall floor.
"Move your leg!"
"That's your leg Tyler!"
"Whatever!"
Angie smacked her palm against her face, some things never changed around caduceus. Sidney sat at a nearby table with Cybil and Dr. Clarks. They all raised an eyebrow at the scene scrambling around on the floor, the mess of tangled limbs as their owners attempted to unknot themselves from the other. Once they had finally succeeded, five minutes had passed with the two closest tables to them stared at them the entire time. Derek brushed himself off, both seemed to get a good laugh out of it afterwards. They got their lunches and sat at their usual table.
"May i sit with you?" Derek looked up, it was Shiro.
"Of course." Derek smiled at her, Angie smiled at her, Tyler smirked at Derek.
"Derek! Angie's gonna get jealous~!" Tyler crowed. Derek elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ms. Bara, is Dr. Niguel in the lab?" Angie looked around, noticing that he wasn't eating his homepacked lunch of the usual; Mineral Water and a Fresh cooked (or re-cooked) Cup Noodles.
"Yeah, hasn't been out since when he came at six or so." Derek sighed. He really wanted to talk to him about the operation.
"Lighten up, Dude! Why would you want to talk to him anyway? All work and no play makes Victor a dull boy!"
"All work and no play may make him a dull guy but at least he doesn't spend his time off watching re-runs of scrubs." Tyler playfully slugged him in the arm.
"At least Scrubs makes you laugh." Derek rolled his eyes at the comment continues to eat his lunch.
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It was fairly late in the day and the sky was a mix between sun-down orange and mid-day blue. Derek was fairly tried of the day already. He yawned and rose from his chair, walking down the hallway towards where the soda machines were, Angie following him as always. He stopped at the sode machine which was actually a fair distance away and looked down another branching hallway which went to the R&D sector. He saw Shiro knocking on a door.
"Sir, can i get you to look at this formula? It will only be a moment." She started at the door with no answer. She sighed and slipped it under the door, walking in to the door parallell to it. Angie raised an eyebrow.
"Wow, he must really be working." Angie commented. Derek finished his can of Dr. Pepper and threw it into the receycling bin. He walked to the door and knocked.
"Victor? You there? I want to talk to you about this morning." He waited.
Silence.
"Victor?" He tried to open the door to find it locked. He pulled a paperclip from his pocket and streightened it out.
"Derek, should you really be doing that?" Angie asked as Derek jammed it into the door and wiggled it around. "He's probably working!" Angie jumped back when he turned the knob and there was a loud Click! Derek slowly swung the door open.
"Viiictooor?" He chimed as the door fully opened. It was half a total mess and half organized and spotless. The hurricane of disorganization apparently was only around his Desk where papers lay scattered on the desk again across the floor in the general area. Dozens of stickynotes were stuck to the edges and sides of his computer and all over his nearby closed laptop. The other side, the lap side, was completely spotless. Carefully placed test tubes placed in holders. Beacons with strange substances placed in organized rows with stickynotes placed on them with Victor's scrawly neat cursive handwriting on them with various labels like; 'A+++ Chiral' 'Infectious Corrosive Parasite - Unknown' and 'Unidentified acidic substance, Negative Chiral Reaction'. There were other labels which were hard to read since it was fairly obvious he had written it quickly. The lighting was dim around his desk but bright around the lab, which made it a strange contrast even with the metal surfaces in the room showing only a small amount of reflection difference. Derek stepped in further with Angie tugging on his sleeve.
"Derek! We shouldn't be in here!" She whispered harshly. "He'll be upset if he finds us here!"
Crunch!
Angie looked down at the floor where Derek had stepped as he lefted his shoe. There was broken glass across the floor along with a disgusting died brown substance that was splatter around there. He made a disgusted face. "Doesn't he ever clean his spills?" Angie sighed. She then quickly turned to her right and walked that way. "He doesn't seem like the type to ignore this stuff." Derek looked around the surrounding area and found from there on, it was pretty much a wreck. He sighed and bent over to pick up some shards but just as he was about to pick up the first pieces Angie's voice rang out in the lab.
"Derek!" Angie's alarmed voice came from behind a large experiment-covered table. Derek whirled around and ran to her. Angie seemed frozen in place. "I found Dr. Niguel!" Angie yelled to him to before slowly stumbling forewards. Derek stopped abruptly when he saw Angie kneeling near the fallen figure of Victor Niguel. He lay on his left side, right and left arms limply lay outwards. His face was blocked by the dark hair that had fallen over his face.
"Victor!" He rushed forewards but stopped just as he remember the situation and their location, no one could be too careful in this situation... He grabbed two masks and two pairs of gloves which lay on nearby tables. They both seemed clean. "Angie!" He tossed the mask and gloves to her as he quickly got to working on putting on his. He then knelt at the fallen researcher's side. He carefully rolled Victor onto his back and removed the damp hair from his forehead. He placed the back of his hand on Victor's forehead. He could easily feel it through his gloves, he was burning up! Victor's eyes were tightly closed and he gasped for air. He was sweating like crazy. "Angie, call the other staff!"
"Okay!" Angie got up and bolted from the room. Derek gently shook Victor.
"Victor, you there?" Derek asked, not as a 'are you present' question, more of an 'are you conscious' question. He wormed an arm around his shoulders and another across his chest, carefully lifting his upper body. Victor's head lolled back and hung. Derek removed the arm from across his chest and placed two fingers against his neck. His heart rate was abnormally high. He quickly removed his fingers as he heard a sickening gurgle sound from the back of Victor's throat. A violent cough shook his body, and a small line of blood trickled from the side of his mouth. It was all happening too fast for Derek. one moment he was panting, one second later he's coughing up a lung, the next there's blood. He heard footsteps and the sound of wheels clacking along the tiled floors. Derek looked in the direction of the door and back to Victor. To Derek's utter delight Victor's eyes opened the tiniest bit and his head lifted slightly. "Victor, you're gonna be okay." Halfway through the statement Victor's eyes slid shut again and his head fell back again as he lost his frail grip on consciousness.
"Derek!" Sidney Kasal rushed in at that moment followed closely by a gurney and the rest of the O.R. Staff. "Get Victor on here, quickly!" He said, Tyler rushing past him to the side of the Gurney closest to Derek and Victor. He was already wearing gloves and a mask, along with everyone else.
"Come on, Dude." Derek nodded and snaked an arm under Victor's knees and moved the other so it was back hind shoulders, but in such a way it would support his neck at the same time. He carefully but quickly lowered his colleague onto the gurney. After some quickly adjustments they rushed him towards the O.R. Derek Ran besides the Gurney that his friend lay on. He may not have been bestest buddies with Victor but they were fairly good friends despite his attitude and Derek's knowledge. Which wasn't that bad, but Victor was intellectually unique.
Before he knew it, he was already holding the scalpel over his Victor's chest.
"Dude, he's scrawny." Tyler commented. It wasn't that Victor was muscleless, but he didn't seem to have anything extra, that was for sure.
"Dr. Stiles! Lobectomy!" Angie barked, meaning she had said that once already. He shook his head and took a deep breath, carefully cutting over the lung. As he opened the incision the first thing he noticed was the mass amounts of bleeding.
"We're going to need more synthetic membranes." He said, Angie quickly going to retreive them. He quickly drained the blood, which seemed to be everywhere.
"This could be problematic." Derek heard Shiro's voice behind him. It was fairly clear she was new since she lacked the decency of most the staff. "It could have been treated earlier if he wasn't such a Hikikomori." Derek raised an eyebrow while he sutured a laceration in the lung.
"A what?"
"A social recluse, Dr. Stiles."
"Ah." He continued to drain the seemingly endless bloodflow. "What the..." He stared at what seemed to be a massive vein-y bleeding... burn in the lung. "It's like something is burning away the outside..." He said, watching as the veins sluggishly bled. Shiro gave him a small bottle of blue gel.
"I altered it a bit." She said unsurely. "Probably won't work as freakishly well as Dr. Niguel's formulas, but it will work." He frowned and set it down. He gave a quick glance at the unknown corrision before applying the new gel to it. Slowly it stopped bleeding and seemed to be functioning normally. He sighed. Angie then returned with the synthetic membranes. She set them on the tool table and Derek took one and put it over the area. He continued to work on the other two spots on the lung and after not to long, finished, closing the incision. They then cut over the other lung and did the same to the spots of corrision on it. He applied the gel to the first spot when a long siren-resembling sound sounded out and Angie's voice barked at him.
"He's gone into Cardiac Arrest Dr. Stiles!" Derek quickly worked to revive his patient. After a small while, he received a weak pulse. He then turned to work on the lung again when the corrosion, which was luckily a small one this time, burned the membrane away completely, collapsing the lung. "Dr. Stiles, Cyanosis is starting!" Derek clenched his teeth tightly.
"Dammit Victor! Don't die on me!" He narrowed his eyes and and everything slowed down around him. He sutured it closed. He quickly worked to aspirate it and after much work, the lung was, more or less, fixed.
"Thank god." Angie took a deep breath. He then closed the incision over the lung. Angie paused. "Vitals are still dropping... Try checking the heart!" Derek sighed heavily and made the cut over the heart. He delicately treated the corrosions on the vital organ. Spreading on the gel he then applied the synthetic membrane, finishing the treatment. "That was a close one, nice work Dr. Stiles."
"How are his Vitals...?"
"Barely tolerable, but better then he was." Angie spoke slowly. Derek worked to raised the vitals and looked at Angie.
"Lower Fifties."
"Good enough." Derek sutured the incision and applied the regular gel to the surface. He then used the medical tape, and finally, it was over... For the time being at least.
"Thanks agai-" Derek stopped as he turned and noticed Shiro was no longer there. He made a bit of a pouty face before wiping it off and looking at the others in the room. Sidney pushed his glasses up the bidge of his nose.
"I guess this means he'll live to lock himself up in the lab another day." Sidney said, relief in his voice.
"Nice going Derek." Tyler gave him a thumbs up.
"Not so fast Dr. Chase, we still need to move him into a room." Sidney said, taking a spare men's caduceus uniform out. "We'll have to change him into these, if we put him into a hospital gown we'll never hear the end of the 'indignity' of it." Derek smiled.
"Probably not."
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Derek sat at the side of Victor's bed. He could see the fogginess of his weak breath on the breathing mask. Angie had changed him into the caduceus uniform, but it just didn't seem right. Anyone in a caduceus uniform laying in a hospital bed, IN caduceus just wasn't right.
"Dr. Stiles." Angie's voice came from the door, interrupting Derek's thoughts.
"Yeah Angie?" Angie took a clipboard and waved it around.
"Paperwork." Derek sighed.
"Okay." He rose, started to walk towards the door, but stopped at the foot of the bed. He looked at Victor. He could hear the slow beeps of the heart monitor, telling Derek that his heart was barely beating. The tiniest and slowet rising and falling of his chest have little, but better then none, reassurance.
"I'll be back." He said to the unconscious researcher. He waited for a minute, as if waiting for the usual reply of 'Whatever, just leave.' he'd usually get. When the reply didn't come he gave a sort of sad smile and walked out to into the hall.
"At least he's okay now." Angie said, comforting Derek.
"I guess." Derek put his spare hand in his pocket. "But something just doesn't feel right." He said, he then went into his office for the paperwork. What he didn't know is that the enemy was listening. They reached into their pocket and walked to Victor's room, setting a white feather on the end table near the bed. Then, they left.
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I hope it didn't suck too bad, hoping for reveiws. It helps even if it's just 'i liked it'.
This is my first Trauma Center Fic. Writing another story helps get rid of writers block for other fics. So i'm not giving on 'Regret' and 'You've got to be kidding me'.
Thank you for reading, i will post soon. I promise. Reveiw please.