Derek's head ached. He hadn't such late shifts since he got to Hope. He knew Kasal was out to get him, somehow. Derek finally finished the necessary paperwork to transfer insurance funds from the patient's health plan into the computer. Derek clocked out and went to the locker room, where he was surprised to find Angie undressing. The locker room was mixed and Derek already was the "pervert" of Hope, so he thought nothing of the fact Angie had a surprisingly inflated chest for her age. Derek went to his locker, filled with his personal items and necessary tools and pulled out his Doctor Medal of Honor. He did, after all, single-handedly operate on every form of GUILT discovered. He brushed off the dust and saw his frowning expression through the shining gold lettering. Hope hadn't had many trauma operations since GUILT went under control. Derek mainly did paperwork and the occasional "gaping lacerations and foreign objects on and in the chest area", which bored him to wonder why some people could be so careless while working, driving, etc.

"Derek?" Derek jumped. Angie put a hand on Derek's shoulder," I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

"I-I'm fine. G'night, Angie." Derek casually tossed to medal into the locker, seeing it put a dent in the back of the locker. He closed the locker and darted out onto the street. It was snowing outside. Since Derek lived two blocks from Hope, he had no need for a car or bike. He did consider himself sorta fit because he walk to work for roughly 6 years. It seemed like yesterday Fulton was yelling at him to "get you rear into gear, you aren't an intern anymore, grab your tools and get in there!" He was a much different person now. Wind blew in Derek's face, disrupting his thoughts. He found he was standing in front of his apartment. Had he walked any longer, he would have missed it. Derek stepped inside, undressed, to a long, hot, relaxing shower, and went to bed.

Derek felt sleepy when he walked to work the next day. His shifts had him up as late as 1:30 doing trivial tasks. He was a surgeon, not a billing organizer. Angie met up with him as he left the locker room.

"You know what to do. Papers on Wilson Colct are in your office. Organize them. " Derek grabbed the coffee of the brew and poured a mug.

"Yes, Angie." Derek replied. If he had a dime for every time he said that...

"I'm sorry, Derek. GUILT is passed, and people are starting to become more careful about their health. I don't hope for suffering of others, but...I hope something exciting happens."

"Thanks, Angie" Derek trudged to his office. He really needed to hear those words. Well, at least the "exciting" part.

Derek yawned. It was 3:00 pm; most of the nurses and specialists were finishing their shifts, but not him. He sighed. Out the windows there was a tree bearing fruit. Probably Oran berry. Derek continued to the survey questions for Mr. Colct. They were very automated answers and very straight forward, but they got very nitpicky about detail. The exciting thing Angie was talking about made Derek wonder if it could really hap--

CRASH! The sound of ambulence doors closing and the clacking of shoes on dirty tile floor caused Derek to drop his pen.

"Dr. Stiles" buzzed the intercom "Dr. Stiles please report to the Emergency Room immediately, there is a patient in dire need of medical attention. I repeat, Dr.Sti--"

He didn't need front desk to repeat himself, he was already dashing toward the ER.

"It's-It's just not possible." Angie said, locking at the summary chart for Samuel Holt, the patient. Derek skid across the greasy floor and dashed into the ER.

"What's the status?"

"He-He-He's contracted GUILT!" Derek froze. GUILT?! How could it be?! It's been 4 years since the incident and now there's GUILT?! Derek's mind was swirling out of control. Someone must have a sample of the GUILT still, using it as a terrorist attempt. Who? Where? For how long? Derek shook his head and regained focus

"Which is it?"

"GUILT 003, Triti." Geez, that was, in Derek's opinion, the hardest GUILT to treat. It was so unpredictable.

"Okay. Wheel him into the OR, I'll get dressed and prep. Try to keep him stable as long as you can.

"Understood."

Derek stood over the body, half not knowing what to do. He hadn't seen GUILT in 4 years. He had a basis of knowledge, but he'd just have to remember as he went along. He gave the chest a deep slice with the scalpel, and entered the stomach area. There were only 6 triangles. it hadn't spread too far. Derek removed a triangle and three more sprouted. He had to remove all the pins first. He did so with amazing speed. Angie completely forgot how fast Derek could move when he was actually focused. But he wasn't fast enough, the triangles continued to reappear. Derek had something he completely forgot he had: The Healing Touch, the time-slowing, patient-healing power of the Healing Touch. Since it was in his expertise, Derek quickly and painlessly activated the Healing Touch. Immediately, time slowed to a crawl, giving Derek way more time to pull pins and take triangles. Angie watched this all happen. Derek's hands were blurred, his eyes darker and darting. Angie imagined what it must be like to have such a wondrous ability at your disposal. The Healing Touch was still in effect when Derek finish with the patient, so he had time to close the patient up and bandage him before his ability wore away. Derek, once again was thrown into a paperwork frenzy, but he didn't care. He once again saved the life of someone in need with his ability. All this time he took it for granted but now, with the possible treat of GUILT back, he would probably value it more than ever.