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.