Derek: Hey, how did you come up with this?
Me: Eh, I was just bored.
Derek: The author doesn't own Trauma Center, just Shayli.
"Ah, there you are Dr. Logan!" Eighteen-year-old Dr. Shayli Logan looked up from the patient report she was going over. Dr. Derek Stiles was walking over. Shayli smiled slightly. Ever since she came to Caduceus, Dr. Stiles and Nurse Angie had treated her as an equal, despite her young age. She was quite famous in the medical world as the youngest surgeon to join Caduceus.
"Hey Derek. I was just going over the patient report. You were great earlier. I can see why you were recommended for Caduceus." Derek laughed.
"I can't compare to you Shayli," he said with a smile. Shayli looked around.
"Hey, where's Angie?"
"Ah, she went home for the night. I stayed to review the operation with Victor." Shayli nodded. That made sense. All of a sudden, an ear-shattering siren made them both jump.
"Wh-what the…? What's going on?" Derek exclaimed. Shayli looked around, and a small silver ball rolled to a stop between them.
"Huh? What's this?" She and Derek knelt down to examine it, when it suddenly released a cloud of purple gas.
"Agh! S-sleeping gas!" Derek choked. Shayli struggled to remain conscious, but it was a losing battle. She fell to the ground, and the last thing she saw before everything went black was Derek collapsing beside her.