The Thing that Binds Us
The Bond Between Us
Author's note:
Hello there, it's my first attempt to write a Trauma Center's fanfic in English. I warn you that English is not my first language. There's a fic about Greg get infected by Tetarti by In The Beginning, am I correct (yes, you are, you read it while you write this non-sense a/n). Actually, I wrote it before I read that fic. I get shocked to be honest. And I feel shame for my own fic (gah…, I like your fics ITB). So, why the hell I post this freaking fic?
KASAL TWINS NEED MORE LOVE!!
So…, here's my fic.
Disclaimer:all charaters (except Valerie Redhead) are belongs to ATLUS
"Scalpel."
Nurse Denorah Redhead gave a sharp scalpel to the Head Surgeon of Hope Hospital, Dr. Greg Kasal. The veteran surgeon opened his patient up. And then he saw a sore lung in fornt of him.
"Chiral reaction?" Greg asked his assistant.
"Positive. He's infected by anew strain of GUILT." she answered.
"What is it called? Tetarti or something," Greg said. "Hmm…, I can't see it. Ultrasound."
"Ultrasound, right away, Doc." she said as she gave him the ultrasound.
Greg used the ultrasound to locate the hidden GUILT. After several tries, he saw a shadow of a moving parasite. He used the scalpel to cut the shadow. The GUILT showed up.
"Is that it?" Deborah asked.
"I think so. Cuold you get me the serum, Debbie?"
"Got it."
Greg grabbed the syringe and injected the serum to the parasite's body. It ran all over the lung surface. But it got weakened slowly. Finally, it stopped moving.
"Wow…, it's really working." said Deborah.
"Bever underestimate the R&D from Caduceus," Greg chukled, "Give me the forceps."
Nurse Redhead took the forceps and gave it to Dr. Kasal. Greg took the GUILT from the patient's lung. Suddenly the GUILT started to cerate gas. Greg was shocked. He dropped the GUILT.
"Doctor, what was that?" Deborah asked.
"I have no idea." Greg answered, still shocked.
"OH God! What's this??" the young nurse started to panick.
"Don't be panic, Debbie! Ude the antibiotic gel!"
Deborah gave him the antibiotic gel with trembling hands. Greg started to spread tge gel until the gas vanished. Debbie became less panic but Greg sure that she'd be start panicking again if she saw the lump.
"Doctor! There's a lump in the lung!! It's strating to grow bigger!" she screamed.
Greg told her to calm down, but she was still screaming. He sighed.There was no time for her. Greg thought cery hard. He had to find a way to take care of this thing. But how?
"Debbie, do we have a synthetic membrane?" he asked.
"Uh…, um…, yes."
"Ok, bring me the serum. Prepare the membrane." Greg yelled to her.
Greg injected the lump with the serum. It started to become smaller until it become small enough to be taken. Greg incised the lump slowly and very carefully because he didn't want to cut his own finger.
"DOCTOR!! The vitals are dropping!!" Debbie screamed.
"Greg was so shock. HE accidentally made an incision.
"Doctor! What are you….,"
"Shut up! Just calm down, ok?" Greg tried to sound nice.
He suceed pull out the lump. Then he placed the synthetic membrane and spread the antibiotic gel. Next he sutured his patient up. He spread the antibiotic gel again and bandaged it.
"Phew…, that was a rough one." Gerg sighed.
"Nice job, Dr. Kasal. You are…, OH MY GOD!! You're bleeding!!"
Greg thought for awhile. He glanced over his right hand. There was a cut that hardly bleeding.
"Debbie, bring me antibiotic gel and some bandages." Greg pulled out his surgical glove. After that he put some antibiotic gel and bandages his cut.
"Doctor, you make me scared!" the young nurse yelled.
"Hahaha…, don't worry about me, Deb. I'm alright." Greg patted his assistant at her head, "Let's prepare the second operation."
"What? There's more??" protested Deborah.
"We have six GUILT patients today. We'll take care three of the. Why don't you bring the next patient to the O.R?"
After long hours of operation, Greg finally had free time. Deborah almost drove him insane with her voice. This young nurse couldn't calm herself. She always panicked whenever she saw something wrong. Geez…, she needed more practiced.
"And I need more rest." Greg told himself.
He felt so tired. He felt a little bit dizzy. His right hand hurt. He put off his coat when he reach his office. And then he took an aspirin and sat down. He really was tired. He cleaned his desk and get ready to went home. And he took his cellphone and cheked it. Greg was surprised to find he got a lot of missed call from Sidney. It looked like Sidney called him after Greg's second operation.
He dialed Sidney's number immediately. There's must something wrong. Sidney never called him with no reason.
"Director Kasal." said Sidney.
"Hey Sid, it's me." Greg answered with a tired voice.
"Greg??"
"Yeah…., why do you sound so surprise to hear my voice?" Greg chukled.
"Never mind. Er…, why do you call me?"
"I want to ask the same thing. Why did you call me in the first place. Is there something wrong?"
"No. Everything is fine here."
"So, why did you call me?"
Silence.
"Sid, tell me what's wrong."
"How are you?" Sidney finally asked.
Wow, what a strange question. Sidney was not a typical person to asked that question.
"Is this Sidney I'm talking to? You don't sound like Sidney."
"Greg, I'm serious. Is there anything wrong with you today? You don't sound in your great shape."
"Just a little bit tired. I have three operation today." he answered.
"And then?"
"I accidentally cut my hand during my first operation."
"Geez…, Greg, since when have you been this careless? Are you okay?"
"Not really. Maybe I got infected by GUILT." Greg chuckled.
"Greg, that's not funny." Sidney protested.
"Why did you call me?" Greg asked him again.
"…."
"Hey, Sid. Answer me!"
"I …, I think you are in danger." Sidney said.
"What? What do you mean?" Greg asked. "Are you worrying me?"
"Never mind."
"Sid, what do…,"
Beep beep beep
Greg didn't understand it. What did Sidney mean by he was in danger? Ok, he cut himself but it's not a big deal. Sometimes, Greg couldn't understand his younger twin brother.
Suddenly, his abdomen hurt a bit. He clutched his abdomen. Why did it hurt? Was there something wrong with him? Maybe he ate something bad and get poisoned. Hmm.., he just ate food from hospital cafetaria so he couldn't get food poison from those food. If he was poisoned, the rest Hope Hospital were infected as well. He wanted to check himself but it was already late at night and he was too tired and sleepy to do that.
Greg took some medicine and went to his car in the park lot. He turned on the engine and drove home. His abdomen hurt him and so did his right arm. He concentrated himself to drive. He wanted to go home as soon as possible. He wanted to sleep.
Finally, he arrived home. He went to his bedroom and laid down to the bed. He didn't bother to change his clothes. He needed to sleep so badly.
Suddenly, he felt an unbearable pain from his abdomen. It hurt him so much. He clutched his abdomen and screamed in deep agony. It hurt! He screamed loudly. But nobody heard him.
"Help me…,"
The room began to grow dark.
"Sidney…,"
End of chapter one guys! Do you find it good ()? Or do you find it bad written (')? Just let me know. It's my first Trauma Center fanfic afterall. I kinda afraid to post it. I'll post the second chapter if I get freetimes. For information, I post this chapter from my school library in the middle of school break. I just got 20 minutes before the next lesson begin.
Please, please, review my fanfic. Feel free to point up my mistakes. It's good to improve my writing skill.