It occurred to me that last chapter I didn't write a disclaimer. I usually don't for any of my scant other stories, but what the hell! I'll do it now!
Also, before the exciting screenplay, I don't like the current title. I don't even know if the disease will be called REMORSE. I'll need to change it- any ideas?
dons medical wear, sneaks into Sacred Heart and enters OR ShokuMasterLord: Hey, Derek! What's up?
Derek wipes a fleck of spittle that landed dangerously close to Sam's incision. Derek: WHAT THE HELL! GO PUT ON A SURGICAL MASK, THEN COME BACK!
Angie is mystified.
goes back in with a mask
Derek: THANK YOU!
ShokuMasterLord: No problem. I'll keep that in mind when I'm your age and operating on people. Anyhoo, I would like to ask you: Do I own you?
Derek: What? How would you own me??
ShokuMasterLord: Are you my intellectual property? You know, my brainchild? The fruit of my knowledge? Braintree, Massachusetts?
Derek: No! Atlus and Nintendo own me. And did you notices my dirt-caked hands NOT WASH YOUR HANDS?
ShokuMasterLord: Relax, I'm going, I'm going. Geez. Angie oughta whack some manners into that guy…
Derek shuddered. That was weird! I don't even know that guy! Aannyways, back to Sam.
He eyed the intestines. This was freaky. Lacerations encompassed the greater and better part of the lower intestines. They were getting bigger—there were hundreds of them!
Derek immediately set to work on suturing the bigger ones and disinfecting and healing the smaller ones. The antibiotic gel immediately stopped the tiny ones, but as soon as he sewed up the larger rips they got bigger and wider until the sutures snapped. They wormed around until they reached other incisions. He didn't know what he was going to do- he asked Angie for some more disinfectant.
He poured six vials in- it stopped the lacerations from moving at least. He worked hard to stitch them up and wheeled him out.
Things went downhill from there.
There were growing tumors, some sort of jetsam and flotsam that was disgusting and hard to forceps THAT GREW, glass chips that looked normal but actually grew crystals when touched, and more.
Fortunately, Tyler had mailed over a vial of serum that could be spread over the affected area and paralyze the growth for long enough to excise, pull, disinfect, whatever.
But this couldn't go on forever. Someone or something was causing this, and Derek wanted to find out.
From their last visit to the hospital, Angie had went a day performing surgeries without any water. She wandered down to the gift shop but the water cost 500 yen. No way.
When Angie got home, despite warnings from tour guides that Asian tap water shouldn't be drank, she downed a glass anyway. She felt sick, went into the bathroom and stayed in for at least a half hour.
Derek knocked on the door. "Sweetie- y'okay?"
No response.
He tried again. Once more, no response. From inside the bathroom, there was a big thud.
"What the hell?" Derek used the key to unlock the bathroom door and found Angie on the floor.
Derek gasped. He called the paramedics and went to the Sacred Heart hospital. For some reason, he knew it was the epidemic.
By the look of determination in Derek's eyes, all of the attending surgeons there knew that Derek was going to operate on Angie.
Derek went into the OR.
After a few weeks of working with Derek, Mr. Matsuyata had gotten to know Derek; when he operated on patients he was confident with their bodies; in fact, a little rough.
When Derek dragged the scalpel across Angie's skin, he didn't even cut hard enough. A trail of white followed the blade and disappeared instantaneously.
Mr. Matsuyata knew that Derek was on the edge; this was his good friend; maybe even a little more.
"Derek… If Angie were conscious right now, what would she say to you?"
"Derek! Concentrate! Try again, you missed!"
Dr. Matsuyata chuckled, astray from his usual demeanor. "Really?" This was accompanied by a piercing glare that he managed to give with a smile.
Derek then heard something in his head. "Derek… save me, Derek!"
He knew he was going to save her.
More voices…
"My son…"
Father?
"No… it is I…"
Asclepius! It was him! The one that had gave him the Healing Touch!
Asclepius… have you forsaken me?
No… never. I am always with you, son… Asclepius' voice trailed off.
But Derek knew. Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine, was with him! He was always there!
Derek huffed in determination.
He cut open Angie and began to work.
HOWDJA LIKE THAT, BLEEP?
Derek doesn't even notice the loud profanity outside.
Wait- no! Out of theaterland, KAY?
Whew. Anyways, lot of stuff coming up… Angie will probably die. :-P never liked her character anyways.
KIDDING!
Derek kicks the sickness' DAMN BITCHASS!
YEAH!