It wasn't until I was only age 13 when I sat at the hospital. Doctors yelling for supplies as a red light flashed. I was clueless, but my mom was broken down. As the dim glow of the word "Emergency" died down, a doctor walked out
"Did you save him?!" I said happily, "Is my dad okay?" The man sat there darkly
"I'm sorry, kid..." He whispered
"But...he's my dad! You have to save him!" I began to cry. The man bent down and put a hand on my shoulder,
"Mr. Stiles...I'm sorry, myself and the rest of the hospital. We truly are. And we tried our hardest to keep your father at best. But, modern medicine just isn't increased enough to continue.
This was his story. Now dressed in scrubs and a much taller height, Derek sat on a chair in the room to Hope Hospital. "Congratulations" and "Good lucks" filling the area.
"We're certain to miss you and your hard work, Miss Fulton." Dr. Kasal spoke, "And don't worry, we'll keep Derek under control for you."
"I told my husband that there was a person that I had to look out for. A person I didn't want to leave. He then asked me when I became a pediatrician!" Mary laughed along with many others in the staff.
"Hey, be nice!" Derek cameback, mixed between offense and laughter. After that date, twelve years ago he had been working hard as a surgeon in his local hospital. Though, there had been some problems between everyone due to his laid back personality, and lack of attention to his patients. People have always told him he needs to see more things like another. Such as Greg Kasal, or retired surgeon Robert Hoffman. Derek just took it with humor. Causing others to laugh, or just leave the room without another word.
That was, of course, until she, dressed with long blonde hair and a pink uniform walked through the doors...