UPDATE: This story was my first fanfic, and as such it's not exactly a quality piece of writing. I'm keeping it up here for archival purposes, but don't expect much, or an end to it anytime soon. :D
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Trauma Center: Under the Knife, or anything else that could possibly be related to owning it.
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"This is Delta Five. The targets have been exposed to an airborne hallucinogen. I'm initiating an emergency recovery."
"Come on, Doctor… Stay with me!" Frightened paramedics crowded around the unconscious doctor and nurse, while solders burst onto the scene.
A young soldier paled and then barely stuttered out "O-Oh my…"
One paramedic looked up to see what the young man was so frightened about, only to see a dead rotting corpse suspended in a glass incubator. He did a double take. It looked horrible, but almost appeared to be breathing...
"I think I've figured out why they fainted."
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Derek Stiles could have sworn he'd heard something, but he and Angie had been in the same room they had been in five minutes ago.
'Wait, where's Angie?' His train of thought suddenly turned down a frightful path. Derek quickly scanned the research lab, looking for any sign of his blond nurse. Angie was nowhere in sight. He dashed to where he remembered entering, only to find that there was no door.
"I have to be dreaming." The now much relived doctor decided.
'Why am I asleep in the first place?' Stiles pondered the situation, trying to remember what had happened.
'I guess I just fainted from using the Healing Touch too much, I really need to be more careful about that. Angie gets angry enough as it is.' He decided to leave it at that, he attempted to wake up. He pinched himself. Hard. Multiple times.
Nothing happened.
He plopped down into a nearby swivel chair and watched as a few papers fell off of a messy desk that rivaled even his own and onto the floor.
"Well, isn't this just fantastic? I should be following up those operations, but noooo, I have to take a nap. This dream sucks." Derek said, running his hand through his hair. He kicked the desk in frustration, and began to examine the crumpled papers that were scattered everywhere.
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Dr. Stiles and Nurse Thompson were out cold in the cramped ship's first aid center.
"Dr. Miller!" Lieutenant Hughes sprinted to catch up to the leaving doctor. "Will they be okay?"
"Nurse Thompson is in stable condition and should wake up in a few hours, But Stiles… His mind is active and it's almost like he isn't even asle-"
His brain activity suddenly spiked, sending jagged lines up and down the machine attached to the young man, who appeared to be in fast asleep.
"Is that bad?" Hughes inquired.
"No, just very unusual." Dr. Miller replied, trying to explain to the confused Lieutenant. "Your brain produces different waves depending on what you're doing. If you're incapacitated or asleep, as Dr. Stiles and Nurse Thompson are at this moment in time, your brain sends off different waves then when your, say sitting or running."
Lt. Hughes tried to sum up the information he had just been given.
"So, his brain's awake while he's asleep?"
"Precisely, but it's almost like the man is running for his life…"
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"The final stage of life is death. To deny that is foolishness."
Derek twisted around, his heart skipping a beat, to get a better view of whom the heck that creepy voice had come from.
"Your medicine is deceit and you are but a false prophet." Adam's disturbing half-dead voice sent shivers bolting down his spine.
Suddenly remembering, Derek yelled back to him "We've already been through this! Do you need to 'preach' your insane twisted 'truth' to me in my dreams as well?"
Adam apparently hadn't heard him, so he continued.
"Soon, you'll begin to see the error of your ways."