Trauma Center: GUILT's Gambit
It's GUILT! Type B
"Leslie!"
"Oh! Hello, Amy! Come to pick up your prescription?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, organized me has already prepared it. Just going to go get it now."
As she walked behind, she found she didn't feel right. "Ughhh, shouldn't have had that last piece of pizza…"
"Here you-" She cupped her hands over her mouth and her stomach. She hastily made for the bathroom, but she was too late.
"No!"
The greenish-brown smelly, sticky liquid was racing up through her mouth and on to the floor. She was clutching her stomach and writhing in pain. Amy quickly made her way to the intercom.
"Someone, come quick! Leslie's just been sick!"
Quickly, Angie was there, with a small, remote-like thing.
"Miniature Chiral scanner," she said. She pressed a button, and scanned it up and down Leslie's body. She went over to the intercom, and yelled "Chiral abnormality confirmed in Leslie Sears' stomach."
Not too long after, Victor appeared. "Okay, where is she?"
Amy pointed at the floor. She had stopped writhing, and now she had lost consciousness.
"Alright. Get Stiles and Sidney here now!"
Half an hour later…
"Definitely GUILT," said Sidney
"You mean DECEIT," corrected Victor
"Huh?" asked Derek
"Death Emulating Chiral Entity Immuno Toxin."
"Oh."
"This is type B."
"Derek, please, operate quickly."
"Why?"
"Because, because, well, you don't need to know."
Dr. Stiles had a few ideas…
"Alright, Tyler. Hoffman, can I?"
"I think you should," stated Hoffman firmly.
"Alright."
He fixed on his mask.
"Get ready…"
He sprayed himself with a disinfectant spray.
"For the operation…"
He removed his trusty scalpel from the diluting liquid. Begin Operation
He disinfected the guideline, and then proceeded to cut. Before he did, Victor stopped him. "If you let her vomit, you'll cause complications."
With that in mind, he cut away…
On the stomach, there seemed to be what looked like a Paraskevi. "Alright. From what I've gathered, this DECEIT drains stomach acid for its own uses. However, it is extremely susceptible to expand and contract. Heat it with the laser, then smear Antibiotic gel to cool it down."
That he did.
"Successful, the Chiral reaction is dropping."
A pulsating pink spot appeared.
"The membrane is inflamed. Get me the anti-inflammatory."
He cured the inflammation, then lasered and gelled the B.
It spanned three threads around the stomach which were slowly tightening
"Cut them quickly!"
He did so, and then did the HC again (I'll use HC when he lasers and gells on the B)
It slowed down. Dr. Stiles could swear that it was groaning. Blue clouds flew out of its body.
"Hi-5, Derek!"
He finished up in the usual way.
I will have a TT character in here whom Dr.Stiles sadly cannot save...