Hey all, this is my first TC fanfic! Sorry if its a little bit sloppy, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Please review and don't flame me too bad!!
-I do not own any of the TC characters used in this fan fiction, that and I do not wish to make any money of this so people...DON'T FIN SUE ME!...Teehee
-Togira
Pain...
Doctor Derek Stiles walked down the hallways of Hope Hospital, trying to relax from the recent surgery. The same thoughts kept racing through his mind, the surgery replayed in his mind over and over again. In the last surgery the patient was lost..."It's all my fault..." he whispered quietly. The surgeon continued to walk until he bumped into Angie, all he could do is watch as her paper work clatter to the floor. "HEY WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING, YOU KLUTZ!" She yelled furiously. She also was still kinda...moody from the surgery.
"Oh,..sorry my mind is still kinda... wandering.." Replied Derek with a sign of depression in his voice.
"UGH! YOUR ALWAYS MESSING THINGS UP!" She retorted as she glared at Derek like a barbarous bull dog.
"I'm...sorry.." Derek uttered quietly, his words were full with pain.
"MAYBE THAT PATIENT WOULD HAVE AT LEAST HAD A CHANCE IF YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN PAYING MORE ATTENTION! WHAT KIND OF DOCTOR ARE YO-" It was too late, she had said everything Derek had been sulking over, and to him those words were ice hitting him at 90 miles per hour. Derek looked down gravely and jammed his eyes shut, trying to hold back tears. Everything got quite, a moment or two later Angie spoke up " I'm sorry...I shouldn't bring that up..." She started to pick up her papers, trying to realize how much pain she just put him through. The young nurse now felt horrible, she had just hurt the one she cared about most... She continued to pick up her papers until suddenly she noticed that Derek was helping pick up the papers also. She glanced over at him, noticing the pained look in his eyes, but she said nothing and continued to pick up the scattered paper work. Finally after all the paper work was cleared from the hospital floor they both stood up. Derek handed Angie the paper work and walked off quickly without a word. Angie watched as the depressed surgeon walked away. Pounds of guilt rested on her shoulders now as she realized how much that this subject hurt Derek, after all, she couldn't have done much better in that surgery room herself...
"Derek, you don't look well, are you alright?" Asked one of the nurses passing by.
"I'm fine... thanks..." Stated Derek in his now even more pained voice.
"...It's that surgery isn't it Doctor?" Questioned the caring nurse.
"...Kinda" Derek sighed in frustration and annoyance, for once he didn't want to see the office or any of its employees. Even though one of those employees was always on his mind..
"Well we could call someone else in..I think it would be best..you've had enough for today Stiles. It's not healthy for you to stay here."
"No..I'm staying, theres patients who need me" Stated Derek strongly.
"...You really are the good doctor everyone says you are."
"But..."
"Derek..it was one surgery...and it was'nt even your fault..dont put yourself down pl-" The nurse couldn't finish because Derek raced down the hallway as fast as he could, he couldn't take the pain and guilt that he felt anymore. He raced out of Hope hospital and charged all the way back to his apartment. He plopped down on the couch and layed down, drawing his hands over his head as the same thoughts as earlier raced through his head. "Am..I really a bad..Doctor?...What will everyone think of me now..." He asked himself over and over again.
Angie checked every hallway and every room, but there was no luck finding Derek. She wanted to apologize for what she said earlier. She felt like a train of guilt ran her over. She had hurt the one she loved the most...and now she couldn't even make it up to him..or at least apologize. Tired from all that had happened that day she trudged off to get her coat. Another Nurse was also leaving, Angie was starting to worry about Derek so she asked the nurse "Hey, when was the last time you seen Dr.Stiles?"
"Oh" Replied the nurse, "He ran out of the hospital at about 4 today, I told em' to take the day off...he looked terrible...We can't have a doctor working like that." Angie cringed as she heard this.
"Thank you..." Angie responded, as she walked out of Hope Hospital and to her apartment.
The next morning Angie (only having a few precious hours of sleep) rushed to Hope Hospital, in hopes to see Derek as soon as possible. She came a few minutes early and waited, but he never came. Derek was always late, but today it seemed different. Hours passed and several of Derek's surgery's had to be moved to another date. Finally they called in another doctor to fill him in. While Angie was on her lunch hour she looked at the phone in the office in hopes Derek would call. Finally after a while she realized that he wasn't going to call, then it hit her. "Of course...Why don't I just call him and apologize?!" She ran to the phone with excitement and dialed his number. She waited as the phone rang on the other end. The phone kept ringing...but no one answered. Suddenly lost of hope again she hung the phone up and went back to her lunch. The day dragged on and on until finally it was 9 o'clock again. She picked up her coat and walked out of Hope Hospital once again, feeling the more guilt than ever. Once she got home she took a shower and collapsed on her bed, too worried to even sleep...even though her body was lacking much of it.
After long hours Angie finally managed to squeeze some sleep in but not for long. Angie was awakened by a loud ringing by her ear, she looked over and noticed the phone was ringing violently. She picked up the phone and murmured "Hello?"
"ANGIE, QUICK ITS STILES! GET OVER HERE ,NOW!" Shrieked one of the newer nurses.
"WHAT?!" Roared Angie, "WHAT HAPPENED TO HI-" The nurse had hung up on her. "CURSE IT!" Angie slammed the phone down in anger and frustration and jammed on her scrub and tennis shoes. She picked up her keys and charged out of her apartment. Not caring at all how her hair looked, or that she looked like a zombie.
"GAAAAAH!" Howled Derek in pain as he continued to thrash everywhere.
"DR. STILES PLEASE! CALM DOWN! THOSE WOUNDS WILL ONLY GET WORSE IF YOU CONTINUE THIS!" Scorned the same nurse who was on the phone.
"THEN LET THEM!" Screamed Derek, as he continued to thrash, trying to get lose from the nurses grasp. She continued to try and keep him still, with no success. Then Angie burst through the door.
"WHERE IS ...Oh...my..go-..DR. STILES!" Angie ran over to the bed where Derek thrashed in pain with several bullet wounds in his right arm, shoulder, and leg. Blood was starting to drip from the operating table.
"Angie he won't stop thrashing...I can't do anything if he keeps doing this..." Noted the nurse in annoyance.
"Please...go call one of the other surgeons..." Ordered Angie
"Yes Mame' " The nurse replied as she ran off to the other room to call. Derek's thrashing started to die down as he weakened from blood loss and seeing the angel that had stabbed him in the heart, her sweet voice, calmed him down.
"Dr.Stiles...please...I..don't know what happened to you but...Ill make sure your fixed up." Everything was quite for a few moments.
"What does it matter...I don't deserve to live..." Responded Derek weakly. Angie recoiled slightly, knowing that she caused him to say this...and she started to sob quietly before she whispered,
"Yes you do...Derek..your a great surgeon...you save so many lives...if anyone deserves life its you..." She gently reached over and grabbed his trembling hand, and set her head down on the bed, sobbing harder than earlier.
"..." Derek layed there in silence.
To be continued, if you even care.
Don't flame me too bad, this is my first TC fanfic. Many reviews peeps! Even if you don't like it I will continue to write so there! Lol. Ill just feel bad for a while TT...anyway, Will Derek forgive Angie? Will Derek come out of his depression? What happened to Derek anyway?!?! WHY AM I ASKING YOU THIS I'M THE WRITER . . Until next time...
TACOS!
-Togira