Gifts

The gunshot broke the window of Tyler's heart like the way it broke its way through Leslie's body. The woman was taken aback as she stumbled to the floor. The gunman quickly pointed his gun at Tyler's head. He braced for the shot, but it never came. He turned his head to see the man being wrestled by a much faster version of Derek.

"Tyler! Pick her up and move your punk ass OUT!"

"De-"

"Just do it!" screamed Derek. "Me and Angie have the situation. Get her to Caduceus pronto!" he shouted, as he sharply jerked the robber's head. Tyler picked up Leslie's crumpled body and ran out of the bank.

Agonising moments later, he had taken Leslie to Caduceus and held her blood-dripping frame in his hands. Everyone who saw dropped their papers and followed him. He arrived at the O.R with moments to spare.

"I assume the GCS at six but it's slowly going to seven! Get me some anaesthetic yesterday!"

"Yes. She has a GCS of six. That's warrant enough to do without," said Stephen

"Good for me. We'll heal this opening wound first," Tyler said, putting on the last of his scrubs.

He managed to drain the blood and close and suture the wound."

"Okay. We're going to make an incision," he announced.

He gelled the side of the breast and incised. His point of incision was the lungs. He drained all of the haemorrhaging blood and then asked for a concentrated form of the gel.

"Right here!" said Derek. He had brought along the gel as well.

"Derek. Take over the operation. Use HT, pronto!"

"It's not as easy as that!"

"Try!"

He looked deep into the wound. This could be a sign of death.

'I won't let you down, Tyler' he thought. The familiar form of a star drew itself on his mind's eye. There he was. Time had once again slowed down to its monochromatic form. He dolloped the whole tub of gel in the wound.

"There's still the matter of the reverse wound."

"On three… we flip."

Everyone grabbed on to her body. She was flipped over…