Me: So may ideas… so little time to write… and so much writer's block setting in…
Angie: (walks in) Don't worry… I'll fill in. Dr. Stiles is still mad about your last story
and Victor is mad about the final chapter in your other story.
Me: Huh…? I thought you would be mad…
Angie: No… you're just a fanfiction writer and nothing you type actually happens.
Me: That's… ouch dude… seriously.
Angie: (shrugs)
Me: Ouch... even more ouch. I don't own Trauma Center again or else most of what me,
Picup and any other fanfiction writer for the game would be IN the game. Is Stiles really
that mad?
Angie: (nods)
Me: Damn. Maybe he'll come back after this story?
Angie: If he doesn't, I'll make him.
Me: Yay!
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Trauma Center: Treacherous Meetings
Chapter One: Just Before Our Door
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All changes, even the most longed for,
have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another.
- Anatole France
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Thunder rolled in all its fury and lightening split the sky, striking the wetted earth. People had scurried within their homes, away from the howling wind and the icy drops crying from the clouds above. It wasn't hurricane gale but still dangerous enough to topple dying trees and strong enough to interfere with power lines.
A silhouette moved along the alley, cradling something close to their chest. Wait… was it two? They moved again, tears escaping their eyes. They moved forward, looking around quickly like they expected someone to be following them. A quivering street light revealed the person to be a woman in a ragged cloak, drenched from the continuous downpour.
A wailing came from her arms and she rocked the bundle, "Shh… everything's going to be fine…" The crying sided as the baby fell into slumber once more, but tears continued down the mother's face. "That's my girl…" she sobbed, "I'll… You'll be safe soon…"
She looked around the corner, spotting the lighted doors of Caduceus. Slinking around in the shadows, she slipped into nearby shrubbery. "I can't take you in… someone will find you…" she cooed. The mother removed her cloak, folding it into neat bedding. She kissed her child upon her head and set her down, attaching a note to her blanket.
"Remember… mommy loves you… always…"
The mother crept out of the foliage before rising to her full height. Her black hair was plastered against her face as she ran off, leaving the hospital and her daughter behind. She panted heavily after running block after block, coughing and sobbing. Someone approached the grieving mother from behind.
"Where's my daughter?!" a masculine voice demanded, picking up the woman by the collar of her dress shirt.
"She's not yours! Why do you want her back now?" she asked, vision blurred.
He slapped her across the face, "I have rights for custody! Now hand her over!"
"… I don't…" she muttered.
The person before her looked confused, "Speak up!"
"I don't have her… you'll never see her again bastard…" the mother glared daggers at the person.
He roared with blind fury and pulled out a gun, "Then you'll never see her again either." A loud crack was covered by another rumble of thunder.
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The next day…
"Dr. Stiles, you shouldn't be outside without a coat… or an umbrella for this matter!" she snapped sternly, tapping her foot angrily, but that kept him fine for better or worse.
"I was just in a hurry to get over here… it slipped my mind," the young, brown- haired doctor admitted scratching his head as a slight grin broke on his face. His nurse rolled her green eyes, opening a closet and pulled out a black umbrella.
"Wait, aren't you going to wear a coat?" he asked, slightly worried now.
She looked at him, shaking her head, "Not this time. I'll make sure neither of us gets wet if you keep me warm. Deal?"
"… ok, deal," he said, smiling softly. She smiled back, a slight color rising to her cheeks.
They stepped out, giving her a second to lock her apartment door. When she turned around, he wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her close. "Angie… your not… mad right?" he asked.
She looked at him, "About being late? Not really if I think about it. This is actually the first time in a long time…" She laughed quietly. Her gaze turned to the sky, "It was horrible last night… on the news… they said it's going to rain all week."
"Yeah," Dr. Stiles sighed, "That might mean more accidents… you'd think after hundreds of years they'd invent a safe car."
"There's no such thing," Angie muttered.
"Oh yeah… a woman was killed last night, Sela Graham I believe… wasn't she a walk-in?"
"Yeah, a few months ago," he replied, saddened at the thought someone they knew died but feeling worse as the words tumbled out of his mouth, "She was eight months pregnant… just getting a routine check-up. I showed you her file, remember?"Angie stopped walking, making Stiles stop as well. "Angie?" he looked at her, concerned.
Her eyes held a somber look and she bit her lip, "I… that's… what about her child? She had a child… but… no baby was ever mentioned with her body…"
"…Angie… don't worry. Her baby might be safe at home with her husband…" he said, trying to sooth the nurse.
"But she…" Angie started to say, but stopped, an odd noise reaching her ears before the Caduceus doors.
"Do you… hear something too?" Stiles asked. She nodded, handing him the umbrella. Something was welling inside her as she recognized the cry as that of a baby.
"It's… over here?" she walked towards the bushes. Stiles walked over, holding the umbrella over Angie as she pushed the leaves aside.
"Oh my…!" she gasped. His eyes widened. Her pale hands gathered up the infant into her arms and started to rock it gently. A note attached to the blanket was slightly soaked. Angie handed it to Stiles as she continued to calm the baby. He flipped it open and read aloud.
"To Whomever it concerns,
I, Sela Graham, must tell you that by the time you read this, he has killed me. Please… hide my little girl away from him. Don't fall for any lies… for he isn't my husband… please, don't dwell into it. I wish for no more people to suffer…"
They looked at each other in the prolonged silence that followed, the rain pattering against the ground.
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Me: Haha… next chapter most likely NOT going to be posted UNTIL I finish it for the doujinshi.
Angie: (cooing at the baby)
Me: Uh… Angie?
Angie: (continues cooing)
Me: (chibi tear face) I need someone else… oh yea… I'm gonna attempt to make this 'M' rated…. NOT LEMON LIKE…. Maybe a limey thing… and… oh! Can't spoil it! Hehe!
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