Me: I'm back! Stuck kinda on the 4th or so page so this is to tie some time over!
Angie: (glaring and walks out)
Me: Uh… I swear I didn't do anything…
(A paper is on the ground)
Me: Oh… ehehe… the story script and stuff… oh boy… (sighs) What happen to whatever I write isn't real?!
Derek: (walks in) What's this about the script now?
Me: Yay! You're back! But you're probably gonna leave again after reading it…. (laughs nervously)
Derek: (looks confused but picks up the paper)
Me: Uh..! I don't own Trauma Center because Altus does! No! Give it back!
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Trauma Center: Treacherous Meetings
Chapter 2: A Sudden Instinct
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"Angie… I never noticed…"
"Is it yours, Dr. Stiles?"
"Woah! Since when!?"
"You're not even married!"
"Stop being old fashion… jeez…"
This was basically what Dr. Stiles and Angie both heard as they walked towards Dr. Hoffman's office inside Caduceus. As much as they wanted to ignore it all because of the seriousness of the situation, both couldn't help but turn beet red at the oddest of the frequent comments. They would counter each and every one but then they would turn the corner for even more.
"Derek!"
"Oh damn…" Stiles muttered and slapped his forehead. Angie smacked him in the shoulder slightly.
"Hey… language…" she growled, but couldn't help feeling the same as him.
Dr. Chase appeared, grinning, "Derek! Is it true? How long you sly dog you!"
"What are you talking about Tyler?" Stiles tried to stay cool and collected. Chase wrapped his arm around Stiles and whispered something. Stiles was quick to flush brightly, "No! NO! Tyler!"
"But second base and no one noticing! Come on!" Chase laughed.
A loud wailing erupted into the conversation. "Oh!" Angie turned her attention to the baby she continued to cradle. "Shh… it's ok… Dr. Chase is going to shut up…" she said, her celadon eyes sending a demonic glare at Chase.
"Uh…r-right Angie…" the blonde doctor slinked back by a few inches. She 'humph' ed and turned, continuing towards the office. Stiles followed shortly after, knowing that as his foots fell into step with Angie, Chase wasn't about to leave….
…. nor was Leslie soon…
.... Or Victor who just happened to be in Dr. Hoffman's office.
"Dr. Stiles? Nurse Angie? What is the meaning of…?" Dr. Hoffman stopped.
Victor smirked, "Well, well… I never noticed…."
"It's not mine," Angie hissed, getting a migraine finally. The baby gurgled and looked at Angie who bit her lip.
"It's so cute…" Leslie cooed. Angie let out a small breath, that feeling from earlier returning.
Dr. Hoffman sighed, "What's this about Dr. Stiles?"
"Nothing… but, we just found him…"
"Her…" Angie corrected.
"Her?" Stiles looked at his nurse incredulously.
"Yes, the baby's a girl," she replied. Stiles turned back to Hoffman, "Ok… well, we found her walking to work this morning… with this…. And this…" Stiles held the blanket, cloak, and note out to Hoffman. The Director took the dampened note from the skittish doctor and flipped it open.
Hoffman's eyes widened, "Sela Graham?! The woman found last night?"
"Sela…" Victor nodded his head, "Yeah… wasn't she famous for that 'Black Rose' line or something?" Everyone looked at Victor, surprised.
Leslie gasped, "Oh! The Gothic Lolita! I liked her clothes… I never found the nerve to buy some though."
"Leslie… I think that's beside the point right now," Angie said, lowering the baby's wandering hand.
Victor shook his head, "No… that might help out though since celebrities are usually under paparazzi …"
"Meaning….?" Chase was a bit slow for the moment.
Stiles thought and then nodded, "They're usually watched the most! The police can use that as an aid."
"The police could use it as an aid… if someone would call the god damned police…" Victor sighed. A pen smacked Victor in the face.
"Dr. Niguel…" Angie growled.
Victor's vein throbbed, "What the hell!?" Another pen was Angie's answer.
Victor turned his glare on Stiles who just replied, "Uh… no cussing around the baby…" Victor looked back over at Angie and grumbled. Chase chuckled behind his hand.
Hoffman rubbed his temple, "Ok… I'll call the police for now and report what you have gathered. Until then, watch the baby."
The four nodded and stepped out of the office.
"Why not just take her to the nursery?" Stiles scratched his head.
Leslie looked up, "Oh, you wouldn't want to do that. You might mix her up with another…. I don't think Angie wants to either…" Dr. Stiles looked over at his nurse, confused. Angie was currently fending the child's hand away from her chest.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Leslie flushed and giggled nervously, "Oh… I think she's… hungry?"
"H-hungry…?" Angie turned red now.
Stiles tilted his head from side to side as he thought, "Sela came in for a check up… just three months ago." Both nurses turned a deep crimson.
Chase laughed, "That means that breastfeeding is the best option!"
The three turned on Chase and exclaimed simultaneously, "Don't say it like that!"
Chase sweat dropped, "Uh…"
"Well… you two are in charge of her! Uh… bye!" Leslie grabbed Chase's arm and walked off quickly. Angie just watched with a crimson face and disbelief.
Stiles laughed nervously and asked, "W-What do we do?"
"I…" she started, "… I really don't know… I mean… I can't feed her…"
"But…" Stiles panicked, "You have… you know..!"
Angie looked at her doctor with a deadpan expression, "I know about having 'them' Dr. Stiles."
"R-Right… ehehe… oh boy…" he sighed.
"So… why can't you feed her?" he finally asked.
Angie rolled her eyes as she twiddled a finger just out of the baby's reach as distraction. "Ok Doctor… let's think about our medical classes for a second," she hissed, "I'm not exactly lactating and wet nurses haven't been used in years!"
Stiles turned a lovely shade of scarlet from his nurse's outburst, "O-Oh…I r-recall that…" She frowned, the baby starting to reach the boarder between whining and crying, tiny hands grabbing at Angie's dress.
Angie looked up suddenly and turned to walk off. "Wait! Where are you going?" Dr. Stiles asked, snapping out of his embarrassment.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled, "Don't worry… I thought of something." She was gone before he could pry any further. "I'll be back!"
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3 hours later…
"Dr. Stiles, where's your nurse?" Dr. Clarks asked as they cleaned up the operation room.
"Well… she walked off saying she figured out how to feed the baby…" Dr. Stiles recalled.
Dr. Clarks looked startled, but then clapped, "Oh, congratulations!"
"No Dr. Clarks... it's not ours. The baby's mother is dead," Stiles explained. Dr. Clarks watched as Stiles left, speechless.
'Where is Angie?' he wondered, walking absentmindedly through the halls. 'Maybe… no… how about…? Huh…' He felt his body turn and walk through a door, more specifically, his office. It was cool, the afternoon light filtered into the room through the window mixed with the sound of the rain still pouring steadily outside. His gaze wandered to the couch, surprised slightly to find it occupied by his nurse who looked like she had taken a shower recently. If that wasn't the only thing odd, it would've been the fact she was sleeping with the baby still in her grasp.
"Angie…" he whispered approaching the couch. The blonde nurse's eyes fluttered. Everything slowly came into focus and as Dr. Stiles did, she sat up, alarmed.
"What time is it? Did something happen? I missed something right?" she asked in rapid succession. The baby squirmed and frowned, a faint whine escaping which cause Angie to turn her attention back to her immediately.
Stiles smiled slightly, "Well… no, it's nothing… don't worry about it Angie… You were caring for the baby…"
"This is all reminding me of Family Living in High School…" she muttered, rocking the baby gently until the whining had ceased.
Dr. Stiles took a seat next to her, "So… how'd you figure to… uh… well, feed… you know…"
"I asked one of the recent mothers for now… but she gave me a few pointers…"
"P-Pointers?!"
"Uh huh… but I'm not telling you," Angie said and looked her doctor.
Dr. Stiles chuckled slightly but then stopped, looking serious. "Angie… I don't mind helping you out with this you know…"
"I… I know… but… there's something… oh," she became a little flustered, "… f-fine…"
"Instincts much?" he grinned. The answer was a thump in the shoulder. "Ow!"
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Me: Haha… embarrassing much to say 'not lactating' Angie?
Angie: (rolls her eyes)
Me: …
Dr. Stiles: (shakes his head, slightly pissed)
Me: I told you to give me the damn paper back! Jeez!
Dr. Stiles: At least it fiction and not fact.
Me: (shows part of the doujinshi to Stiles) What now dude?
Dr. Stiles: (growls)
Me: Fine… By the way, if you want to know about… ahem… breastfeeding and the 'lactating without pregnancy' thing… go online because it's slightly embarrassing to explain.
Angie and Stiles: BUT YOU CAN MENTION IT!?
Me: (sweat drops) Uh… ehehe… oh yeah! MoonCat.. you're REALLY good at guessing games…. (mutters) I wanna take Family Life at school now… carry around a sack of flour… (continues to talk absentmindedly)
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