Trauma Center and all related characters are property of Atlus. The names of patients are just names I came up with off the top of my head, except for one…
TRAUMA CENTER: GUILT REBORN
Derek Stiles was feeling restless. It had hardly been a week since the Caduceus Europe incident, and he still could not shake the feeling that he and Angie, his nurse, had not seen the last of GUILT, Gangliated Utrophin Immuno Latency Toxin. There were seven strains of GUILT: Kyriaki, Deftera, Triti, Tetarti, Pempti, Paraskevi, and Savato. He had contracted the Kyriaki and Paraskevi varieties while in Europe, and it was only by the quick efforts of another doctor, Nozomi Weaver, that he was saved from death. He still had the scar from the operation, and it haunted him ever since. What's worse, his boss, Dr. Robert Hoffman, had been infected with Savato, the most deadly strain. It was different from the previous operations involving Savato, the one on Professor Blackwell, and the one of the "Original Sin" specimen, because this Savato was mature. Once he and Dr. Weaver had defeated it, everyone thought that GUILT was gone forever. Derek learned facts on the contrary when he got a phone call from Dr. Hoffman.
"Hello?" Derek asked, his voice showing his restlessness.
"Derek, it's Dr. Hoffman. Come to Caduceus USA immediately. It's Angie. She's been infected with GUILT," the voice on the other end sounded frenzied.
"I'm on my way," Derek said. He immediately got out of bed, dressed himself, brushed his teeth and hair, and rushed to Caduceus USA, where he worked. On his way, he checked the case file for the operation.
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Name: Thompson, Angela
Age: 21
Weight: 174 lbs.
Height: 5'4"
Chiral reaction confirmed. All forms of GUILT present. Patient is comatose. Kyriaki located near the kidneys. Deftera found near spleen and appendix. Triti present in bronchial tubes. Tetarti spotted at the liver. Pempti detected in the lungs and spinal column. Paraskevi located between lungs and heart. Savato has made a nest around the heart. Use extreme caution as this is GUILT in its most concentrated state.
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"Damn," Derek said to himself, "All seven types at once? I can't do this on my own." He then reached for his cell phone and dialed the number for Dr. Nozomi Weaver without even thinking.
Meanwhile…
Dr. Nozomi Weaver was at the airport, on her way to Angeles Bay to find another job. She had quit Caduceus Europe because of their illegal activities, and was determined to make a new start in America. Suddenly, she heard her cell phone ring. She gasped as soon as she saw the number.
"Derek?" she thought. "Why would he call on such short notice? And at this hour?" Knowing that he would never interrupt her unless it was something important, Nozomi answered the call.
"Hello? … Oh God. I'll be right there," she said. Immediately after she hung up, Dr. Weaver went over to the nearest ticket desk.
"Please exchange these for nonstop tickets," she said, her voice trembling with urgency as she presented the cashier her tickets.
"Normally we don't do that unless it's an emergency, but from the looks of you, I'd guess it's an emergency. Here you go," she said.
"Thank you so much," Nozomi said, still rushing as quickly as she could to get onto her plane. As soon as she could, she called Derek back.
"I'm on my way now. Tell Dr. Hoffman to put Angie on life support if he hasn't already. I'll be there as soon as I can, Derek."
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"Thank you, Doctor," Derek said. His thoughts immediately returned to Angie. Even with life support, how much longer could she survive? Uncertainty filled his mind, so he called Dr. Hoffman to relay the message.
"Doctor Hoffman?" Derek asked, "It's Derek. Dr. Weaver is on her way. I just talked to her, and she said to put Angie on life support if you haven't already."
"0Way ahead of you there, Derek," Dr. Hoffman said. "It's a good thing you called Dr. Weaver, though. Her abilities are a nice complement to yours."
"Thank you, sir," Derek said, relieved that Angie was being given more time. But would it be enough?
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Author's note: Well, well! First fic in the Trauma Center category. I'm shocked that no one has created this already. Anyway, stay tuned for Chapter 2: The Operation Begins.