Lawlz! Help me think of ideas for my other fics! And R&R this one but NO FLAMES. I'M FING TALKING TO YOU SYNCOPATION. AT LEAST I HAVE THE COURAGE TO POST STORIES!! SO SHUT UP WITH YOUR STUPID EMPTY THREATS!
"Angie…"
Both of them knew what Angie had meant. And for both of them, the feelings they had been damming up had finally burst forth. Their minds were afloat in a warm sea. They leaned in for a kiss that lasted for about a minute.
Or so they thought.
Derek looked at the screen at the front of the plane. 16 hours? The flight was 18.
The plane did a swift turn and Derek thought he was about to throw up. We'd already taken off?
The rest of the flight was occupied as Derek and Angie finally talked as a couple about things they knew, didn't know, and didn't want anyone else to know about each other.
After 16 hours, the plane landed in Tokyo. Derek yawned and stretched. He and Angie picked up the luggage. He had 2 days to get over his jet lag and go around Tokyo. After that he was to report to some sort of 聖心病院. Angie and he left the airport. They called for a taxi and rode to their hotel. Both had a feeling of great relief, as if they were called in for a death sentence and found innocent.
"Finally, she's mine!"
"Finally, he's mine!"
Derek found out the hospital's name after asking the hotel clerk: Sacred Heart. Hmm… how did that sound familiar? Aaanyways…
The next two days were quite a rush, despite the fact that the new couple hadn't moved that fast; much to Derek's dismay. Then again, he thought, I suppose that's sort of a good thing?
They had explored much of Tokyo and found it much "up their alley." Everything Derek needed, they had. That mainly consisted of weird manga, although it wasn't dirty, a lot of video games, something called "Pocky" that he heard of but never tasted.
"What the heck? This costs fricking 6,400 yen!"
"But GameSpot gave Elite Beat Agents an 8.9! A-And these two, I'm just trying to taste and read the culture of this place!"
After their two days were over, they found their way to Sacred Heart. Wait a second, thought Derek. That's the name of the hospital from Scrubs! Haha, those wacky people!
"Derek, Derek… ah!" said the lady at Admissions in almost perfect English. "You have room 155; Dr. Matsuyata will be instructing you on dealing with the nervous system."
Derek tromped up to the second floor, excited to meet the respected surgeon.
Approximately 9 hours later, Derek came out of Sacred Heart, looking as though Angie had dumped him. That, of course, didn't really happen, as Derek's arm was still around Angie's waist. It was only 50 a sign of affection, though. The other half was because Angie had to prop Derek up. Matsuyata was REALLY harsh.
In fact, if there were a thermometer that measured harshness instead of heat and you put the thermometer on Dr. Matsuyata, the glass would have exploded so hard, Derek and Angie would have gotten both organ lacerations and mercury poisoning.
Derek stumbled into the hotel room. He crawled to the bed and fell asleep.
Angie looked at him with a smile on her face. He was childish, but she supposed that was something that she loved about him.
Angie knew that when Derek fell asleep, he was likely to stay that way for several hours. She tried watching T.V, but the only thing good on the American channel was Scrubs. And that scared the living hell out of her because it was the episode where Elliot dumped Sean for J.D. and then he realized he didn't want her. Lover's nightmare.
She then occupied herself playing EBA on Derek's DS. She made it all the way to the last level on Cruisin' and found it hard as crap. The rest of the game was fun. Hmm… well worth the 3,740 yen it cost.
It was then Derek's cell phone began to ring. Angie walked over, snatched the phone out of Derek's pocket and answered.
"Derek? Derek, this is Dr. Matsuyata." His voice was pained and rushed.
"No, this is Angie. Derek's asleep, can I take a message?"
"Tell him he needs to come here straight away. I-I-It's a medical emergency." Matsuyata's voice became faster and higher, almost a deathly whine.
"I'll wake him up right now. Thank you."
"Derek. DEREK. DEREK. DEREK.DEREK!!" Angie screamed in Derek's ear. She hoped she spared his eardrums.
"But I wanna be a plastic surgeon!" cried Derek, still inside his dream. "Oh. Hi, Angie. What's up?"
"Dr. Matsuyata called. He needs you at the hospital right away, there's a medical emergency."
Derek didn't want to move that fast, so Angie had to practically carry him to the hospital.
"Mr. Matsuyata, hello. What happened?"
"The patient, Sam Dorian, came in here complaining of headaches and abdominal pain. He collapsed, and I put him in an MRI. No sign of a brain tumor, but I need you to do exploratory surgery around his abdomen. His vitals are barely above ten."
"Did you use any stabilizer?"
"I injected him with 3 syringes full, but it had no effect. Do something, quick!"
Derek scrubbed up, sprayed himself with disinfectant, and burst into the OR.
He sloshed the antibiotic gel around the abdominal area, and scalpeled him open.
"Wh-what? I've never seen anything like this!" Derek trembled, and immediately thought, I need Tyler.
Remember, R&R but please, no flames. I just hate flames, it's the worst feeling in the world to have someone hate your story. PLEASE, no flames.
Anyways, I'll teach you how to use good suspense, like right here. But not today.
