The disease that Derek had worked so hard to eradicate had been his death in the end. Angie didn't blame Dr. Kimishima for Paraskevi's drastic action which men Derek's untimely departure⦠Song is the original SaC from KH's end
When you walk away, you don't here me say
Angie's life had fell before her eyes, and she had been powerless to stop it.
Please, oh baby, don't go
The poor nurse had to be escorted out of the room. But she would live with that all her life.
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
She walked out into the rain and just danced and cried. Danced and cried.
It's hard to let it go
Exactly that. Any attempts at flirting from the new doctors were met with a slap around the chops. Derek could never be replaced in her eyes.
Don't get me wrong I love you. But does that mean I have to meet your father?
A certain de-emofied teen had given her the location of her Death Doctor. But she wasn't that type.
When we are older you'll under stand what I meant when I said no
A year passed, and she had decided to move on. Though an empty place in her heart yearned for the doctor she would have liked to refer to as her 'boyfriend'.
I don't think life is quite that simple
Or was it? A near-death experience is all she needed. Just something to get her near to the door, so she could hear his comforting words again.
When you walk away, you don't hear me say
A lady named Miss Fey had called her because one voice was reaching out to her. Derek Stiles. The one and only love of her life.
Please, oh baby, don't go
As she began to go out the door, she was met with one final sentence.
"You may not be so far away."
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
Simply, her time was near. One night, she phoned one number.
It's hard to let it go
The deed was done. She would die in one week, with no side effects before.
The daily things that keep us all busy
She was like a weight had been lifted off her back. One week.
All confusing me. That's when you came to me and said
Bad idea. She took the antidote for the poison. $10, right down the drain. Her suicide is not what Derek would have wanted.
Wish I could prove I love you
Nothing went right for Angie. Nothing went right for another week.
But does that mean I have to walk on water?
She could swear that in the distance Derek and an older looking version of him were standing on the water, before fading out of sight.
When we are older you'll understand
Her time was near as she went to the bank that morning, unaware of the danger that awaited her
It's enough when I say so
As the men stormed the bank, one young teen got her phone. The gun was pointed at her head, but Angie stepped in the gun's path as the trigger was pulled.
And maybe some things are quite that simple
Her brain tissue and the other side of her skull stopped the bullet. No one could survive that. She fell into that category, and one person waited with outstretched arms.
Derekā¦
Thank you my reviewers, TC story writers, and everyone else who patrons the stories of the great Trauma Center. This chapter was inspired by PreseatheKitsune's Second Opinion Failed fanfic.
