Me: I've decided that it's time to poke a little fun at Derek before this story becomes
serious… just like Cold Case! Ah! I love that show! And House M.D.!

Derek: I'm right here you know…

Me: I know! (hearts above head) My favorite episode of Cold Case is The Goodbye
Room… it was so sweet and so sad at the same time.

Derek: … ok, what are you talking about?

Me: … you stopped watching crime drama shows?

Derek: No… we just don't have Cold Case…

Me: WHAT?!

Derek: Just type…

Me: Huh? Type… (looks at Computer) Oh right. I don't own Trauma Center because
Atlus does!

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Trauma Center: Treacherous Meetings

Chapter 4: Healing Touch is One Thing

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"No clues have been found on the murder of Ms. Sela Graham, the twenty-four year old
woman famous for her Black Rose Gothic Lolita line… Police have lost any leads they
have had but are still going to continue their search… in other news…"

"Dr. Stiles…"

Dr. Stiles turned his head away from the news. It was currently graveyard shift for both
him and Angie along with a few others, some of which didn't have the shift but stayed for
the hell of it. "I need you to watch Julianna for a bit," Angie continued as soon as she was
sure he was paying full attention. Dr. Stiles blinked, "Why?" "I have to make a quick run
to the store," she replied, handing him Julianna. His glasses slipped slightly, "H-huh?!
But I don't know anything about taking care of babies. I didn't take Family Living!"

"Just do it… please…" she begged which was something he was not ready for.
"I… well… I-I guess," the words didn't slip out of his mouth before she was gone. Dr.
Stiles sighed and looked at Julianna. Julianna looked back with her odd red eyes and just
gurgled. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" he asked. Julianna just gurgled again, sucking her
thumb.

His mind was scrambled. What the hell was he supposed to do? He had,
truthfully, never thought about Family Living to be important soon. "What to do…?" he
asked under his breath. He looked at Julianna once more. Her lip was quivering, a faint
whine escaping.

"Uh…! D-Don't cry… please!" he exclaimed. Julianna's lip continued to quiver, now
letting out small cries. 'What do I do?! Maybe… Clarks! Oh… he's not working… damn!'
he bit his lip, thinking fast as the cries started to become wails. He darted to jog down the
halls, hoping his feet would drag him to someone who could help.

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"Ok… what were you thinking exactly?"

Dr. Stiles was face to face with Victor who looked slightly more than pissed but then
again, he was working graveyard shift for the 8th night in a row. He blinked, "I don't
know…?" It was more a question than an exact answer which made Victor's temple throb
angrily. "Why… pray tell…. Didn't you ask Cybil!?" he snarled. Dr. Stiles was taken
aback. "Didn't… think she was still here…."

He was half way out the door now as Victor's gaze intensified. Julianna was silent the
whole time, scared at Victor's yelling. Dr. Stiles couldn't help but feel sympathetic to the
babe. He closed the door silently and ran to search for Cybil, Julianna resuming her
previous crying phase.

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"Hey Derek! Where you going?!"

Chase chuckled as Derek got closer. He sweat dropped when Dr. Stiles approached with
the whining infant. "Where's Cybil?" Dr. Stiles asked, slightly out of breath, "I've
checked almost all the floors and…" "Dude… remember after that last incident…" Chase
explained, blinking, "She went over to Hope for a while." Chase shook his head as his
college buddy looked ready to give up. Nope, Dr. Stiles did the opposite, looking at
Chase intently. Chase cocked his head, "Huh?"

"You can help me," Dr. Stiles said. Chase looked perplexed, "What are…. Oh, just
because I have Amy as a little sister makes you think I know how to take care of kids…"
Dr. Stiles nodded. Chase grinned, "Well, you're correct! A plus for Derek!" "Stop
messing around and help please!" Stiles snapped. Julianna wailed louder. "Ok, fooling
done!" Chase yelled, covering his ears slightly.

"Does she have a dirty diaper?!"

"I've been running around this whole time! I would've noticed!" Stiles replied.

Julianna's crying persisted.

"Has she been fed lately?!"

"Angie takes care of that, so that's out of the question!"

Pause. "She started breastfeeding?"

"What?"

"Nothing! Uh… burp! Has she been burped!?"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Ok, place her on you shoulder!" Chase said, gesturing the action, "And then pat her back
lightly!" Stiles followed the movements carefully since Julianna was now right next to
his ear and he couldn't hear anything. Patting Julianna lightly on the back, the crying
stopped as she let out a small belch. She went back to gurgling instantly. Stiles was
speechless, overall confused while Chase whistled and walked away.

Stiles took Julianna off his shoulder and held her at eye level, look at her face. She just
looked around, bubbles forming at her mouth and spit trailing down her chin. "That's it?
Really?" he asked. He cradled her against his chest, "I need some more help…"

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Help came in the form of a medium sized, light weight book as he stepped into his office.
He sat on his couch, placing Julianna next to him before flipping the book open. He
scanned the table of contents, wondering where to start. "Ok…" he stopped on a
reasonable topic, parenting.

His eyes scanned over the words fast, taking in the knowledge as best he could. Julianna
looked sucked her thumb, looking at Stiles, the book, the room, and then looking at the
door, interested. She smiled, letting out a small squeak and started to crawl over the
couch. "Rule number one… never take your eyes off the baby as they can hurt
themselves easily in small distance falls and exploring without supervision… what do
th… NO!" he yelped, eyes widening as Julianna was about to crawl off the couch.

The book landed with a bang against the floor as Dr. Stiles made a dive, slamming
against the ground and by some miracle not breaking his glasses. He felt something
thump again his back, making him groan. The weight didn't shift but instead clapped
their tiny hands and laugh. The door opened, missing him only by inches as well.

"Dr. Stiles… what in the world?" it was Angie. She walked over to the desk, the rustling
of a bag as she set it down and then returned over to the should-be unconscious doctor
with a sigh. He felt Julianna's weight disappear from his back and slowly got up, letting
the stars disappear from his vision. "She's happy," Angie said. Dr. Stiles scoffed, "I
guess after falling onto anybody's back she would…" She shook her head, "I tried to get
someone else to watch her before you actually Doctor, but she cried every time." He
blinked, slightly surprised. It was then that he noticed something odd. Angie seemed a
bit… pale.

"Are you feeling alright Angie?" he asked, concerned. Angie looked at him sternly, "I'm
perfectly fine. Why do you ask?" He shook his head, "No reason…" "You're lying…"
she hissed. Dr. Stiles scratched his head, "No getting past you… did something… happen
on your way to the mart?" Angie stopped playing with Julianna, who looked up at Angie
as well. "Well… It felt like someone was following me…" she admitted, "Oh… and this
was for you at the desk…" She held out an unmarked envelope.

He hesitantly took the envelope, still startled by Angie's mysterious follower and opened
it. He had only scanned the first line when his body became rigid, the letter shaking,
"What… the hell?" he growled.

Dear Doctor,

She's mine… you know… that nurse with you right now? So, how about you just…
disappear. I could arrange that to happen, make you just a bad memory. I don't mind if
she's sad for a while… I'll make her forget.

Then again, I could just take her. What would you do? I wonder what you would do if you
knew I—

Dr. Stiles stopped reading and crumpled the letter. Sweat had formed on his brow and he
glared at the paper, trying to will it to burn or fade away. "Dr. Stiles?" Angie asked. The
eerie silence remained perpetual, the doctor's newborn fear and anger palpable.

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Me: Sorry about the delay! School's almost out! Yay! But… I can't cheer…

Dr. Stiles: (looks angry but then looks confused) What? You usually do even after some
horrible event.

Me: It's called staying positive especially during events that don't include you. But this
does. Folks, I might not be able to update for a while during… June? Yea, June because I
might go under the knife myself!

Dr. Stiles: Huh?!

Me: It's to cure… well, not cure, help my scoliosis. I have two REALLY bad bends that
need to be straightened and hooked… and some of my bone fused. Oh yeah, don't
mention this to Altus. Don't need to see a sequel of Trauma Center with a back surgery.
(laughs slightly)

Dr. Stiles: Uh, right…

Me: Oh yeah, about the ending of this chapter… sorry, suffering slight Writer's Block…
And this ends the T rated part of this fanfiction.

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