Characters: Angie and Derek

Characters, Trauma Center © Atlus

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Derek knelt down next to his assistant and close friend. His chocolate eyes were averted away from the painful sight. The young woman of 24 sat on the floor of an empty on-call room, tears streaming down her face. Once she was aware of his presence, she clutched his shirt tightly, bringing him closer, sobbing.

He closed his eyes, embracing her tightly. "It'll be okay." She heard him say softly. Angie Thompson looked up at him with her glistening green eyes. Unlike usual, the man didn't smile, but kept his expression serious as he brought her closer.

When she heard her mother was in the hospital due to a heart attack, immediately, she broke down into tears. Derek had been one of the three doctors that had operated on the older woman, using all of his strength, techniques, and skill to try to get the other Thompson back to life. Once the verdict was in, the well-known surgeon couldn't even stand to be in the same room. "We can't save her, Derek. She won't last more than a week, at best unless she gets a donor heart," His close mentor, Greg Kasal, stated grimly.

"Shh," He whispered to the sobbing nurse. "I'll do everything in my power to save your mother. I promise."

Even though the chance of a donor was slim, Derek couldn't let Angie cry without saying something. "I'll be with you, no matter what, Angie. You're not alone."

She was woken by a knock on her apartment door. Angie groaned; pushing herself off of the couch she seemed to be resting on for several days. When she opened the door, it revealed the famous, messy-haired surgeon that she held feelings for. "Derek!" She let out hoarsely, followed by a series of coughs. A hand was placed on her back for support, concerned brown eyes looking closely at her. "W-Why are you here?"

A gentle smiled appeared on his face as he stroked her blonde hair tenderly. "I couldn't leave you alone." He murmured softly, as he carried her back to the couch. Smoothly, he wrapped her carefully in a blanket, before leaving to get her some water. "Here, Angie." He said, handing her a glass of cold water. Angie took it gratefully, blushing when her green eyes met his brown. They contained an expression that she was unfamiliar with even after all of these years.

Eventually night fell, the blonde drifting off into a medicine-induced sleep. Derek smiled at her peaceful form, placing a soft kiss on the woman's forehead. "Good night, Angie." He whisked her back into her room, cautious not to wake her up. Hesitating on whether or not to leave, he heard mumbles coming from the sleeping blonde.

Angie dreamt of when they were kidnapped by Delphi. It was a nightmare to find out that she would be used to grow GUILT and even more so that it would be injected into the person that she loved most in the world. However, even while she shook and was about to cry, Derek held her closely saying the exact words she wanted to hear.

"Angie… Come on, we can't just give up now! That's exactly what they want us to do. If they do infect you, I'll surgically remove it. I promise."

"I'll protect you!"

"You're not alone."

"Derek…"

Brown eyes narrowed slightly before reverting back to loving adoration. "Good night, Angie. Sweet dreams." He murmured once more, returning back to the living room and falling asleep.

In the middle of the night, Angie Thompson woke up feeling much better. Suddenly finding herself in her own bed, she quietly crept towards the couch and found a man sleeping peacefully. In front of him was a stack of completed paper work. "Derek…" She whispered softly. "Thank you." However, even quiet words like that, woke the surgeon up, his dreams only turning sweeter.

A month after Angie had recovered from her brief illness, Derek Stiles found himself standing at the beginning of an aisle of a church, silently. He was never aware that his girlfriend was religious; from what he understood, she believed that everything you have in your life is because you worked for it to be there. That's why when he found out she was at the nearby cathedral he was confused.

She looked serene, praying at the bottom of the altar. Derek was smiling softly as he slowly approached her. At the sound of footsteps, Angie turned her head to see her boyfriend walking towards her. He hugged her warmly, his coat wet from the snowfall. "What were you praying for?" Derek whispered to her, as they walked out, hand-in-hand.

Angie smiled at him warmly, "That our son will be just like his father."

Derek dropped her hand in shock, but the brown eyes that looked at her with only love soon began to shine, as he picked her up, placing a deep kiss on her lips.

Ughh, not my favorite one shot/drabble. Well, it's hard to beat that last one, "I Learned From You". :(

Hopefully they won't all be that way. I'll take a short break and post one up tomorrow afternoon, maybe. I'm thinking of a Tyler/Leslie one with "Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing" by John Legend.

Inspired by "Because You Loved Me" by Celine Dion

Please REVIEW! I wanna get better. This wasn't my best... :(