Me: Why does it seem Savato was the only one that evolved?
Dr. Stiles: (shrugs) Maybe just because it centers on the heart or it depends on the person.
Me: (thinks) …. Yeah, that is a good point.
Dr. Stiles: Why am I the only one here now?
Me: (grins) I have a reason… Trauma Center is the property of Atlus not me. Oh yeah… notes…
"Talking"
'Thinking'
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Trauma Center: Racing Against Time
Chapter One: Is Something Wrong?
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She always held a brisk
walk down the halls of Caduceus USA, her crimson heels
clicking with every
step. Her blonde hair flowed behind her as she moved passed door
after door, room after
room, celadon eyes scanning the contents. She straightened her
pink nurse's dress,
slightly frustrated. It was the end of the third floor so he had to
be in
the last room. Grabbing
the door firmly, she almost burst into the room, ready to yell at
his slacking lately,
but immediately stopped.
Angie Thompson was
never one to stop from giving commands being taught so by her
mother. It was dark in
the room; the window curtains pulled shut allowing the light to fill
the room only from the
hall. There was grunt from a single couch in the room and creak
as someone rolled over.
As quietly as possible, Angie made her way over to the couch,
looking at the occupant
as they slept on. She smiled slightly, heart pounding as she
touched his face
lightly.
Pale brown eyes opened
slowly, blinking slowly. He rubbed one eye, moving his glasses
slightly as she pulled
her hand back. Dr. Derek Stiles looked at Angie, still half asleep.
"Angie? What time is
it?" he asked, yawning. "It's almost 11:00 pm. Remember, we got
night shift?" she
replied, moving back as he stood. Dr. Stiles stared off for a second,
but
came snapping back down
as he sighed heavily, "Oh… now I remember…" "Just as lazy
as ever…" Angie
groaned, rubbing her forehead.
He chuckled, "Uh,
right… anything important that needs looking into now?" "No,
nothing of real
importance," she answered, checking a clipboard she grasped
tightly. He
moved towards the door,
some of his brown hair still ruffled but not looking any different
from any other day.
"Right, I'll go and make sure that new guy doesn't stay
overtime," he
announced, sounding
slightly nervous. "Ok, I gue…" the words didn't even leave
completely but he was
already gone. 'Ugh… that idiot…' Angie thought,
smirking.
Had it only been a year
since they were brought together as Doctor and Nurse? That
sounded about right.
Her, the cold nurse only trying to get him to be a better doctor,
even
calling him a fake and
him, the laid back doctor who got serious when the going got
rough. Now what about
GUILT? Less than 4 months at the most since it had disappeared.
Most wondered though,
had it disappeared, or was it just in hiding, waiting to attack
again? Thoughts of such
were set aside by most.
Angie went about
straightening the room and pulling the curtains open, allowing the
moonlight to enter
through the crystal clear window. Her gazed turned to the sky,
'Hmm… the news
didn't mention rain tonight… oh well, the news isn't always
right…'
As she fastened the
dangling fabrics, she looked back towards the couch. 'Why did he
close the blinds?
The moon can't keep someone awake…' she thought, her heart
thumping again as she
thought about the Doctor.
Her cheeks turned red
and she shook her head. "No, he's the Doctor you assist… get a
hold of yourself girl,"
she mumbled to no one. The thumping didn't cease, but instead,
started to become
slightly painful. She placed a hand on her chest as the pain started
to
burn. She stumbled
forward, reaching for something to steady herself until the pain
passed. Angie was lucky
to grab a chair before collapsing to the floor, now gripping her
chest as something, it
felt, tried to rip her heart out.
Something warm escaped
her lips as she started coughing, splashing against the floor,
making her release the
chair and crumple to the floor covering her mouth as well now.
Whatever had splashed
against the floor was on her hand as well now which she moved
away. Her eyes widened
as she looked closely at her hand and then looked at the floor,
letting out a sharp
gasp as she saw, illuminated by a flash of lightening, dark ruby
liquid.
The pain started to
disperse as she looked on, leaving her to pant and collect herself.
Angie wiped the corner
of her mouth, feeling her life's blood smear on her face there as
well. The clipboard she
had carried lay faced down near the window, illuminated by
another flash. 'Oh…
I can't….' she thought, acting quickly. Her eyes looked
around, eyes
landing on a nearby
towel. Grabbing it quickly, she cleaned the blood off the floor
before
it stained, then
herself quickly. She didn't know if it was completely gone from her
face
but was relieved it was
gone from the floor.
Her legs quaked as she
rose, almost failing to support her as they felt like jelly. 'Ok…'
she thought, walking
slowly towards the door as rain pounded outside, 'I just need to
get
to the bathroom and
check a mirror… Yeah, that sounds right. Oh, but what if Dr. Stiles
comes back?' Angie
stopped thinking as she looked up and down the hall. Looking left,
then right, she
confirmed the halls were clear before starting the slow process
towards the
bathroom.
The silence of the hall
made her realize how hard the rain was coming down, most likely
a storm then a simple
shower. Her usual stride was reduced to a double step as she held
close to the wall,
maintaining her balance, letting more pain recede from her chest. It
wasn't much, but the
feeling in her legs was returning slowly. 'Just a few more
steps,' the
blonde thought, sighing
with relief but that, like her luck, faded as well, footsteps
sounding from far back.
"Angie?" someone
called. It wasn't hard to recognize who it was. 'Oh no!'
Angie
thought, picking up her
pace. She grabbed the handle to the bathroom as another call
came, only closer. As
she slipped into the bathroom, she failed to notice the familiar red
liquid
stain the handle, the mirror
her only importance now.
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Me: Short Chapter but trust me, the next one will be longer!
Dr. Stiles: …
Me: What?
Dr. Stiles: What's Angie coming down with and why her?
Me: If I answered either, it would spoil things!! Stay around for the next chapter!
Dr. Stiles: (sighs) Review please.
