Very, very angsty. You have been warned!
Trauma Center (c) Atlus
20. broken dreams
The news was brutal and cruel. He had asked the best doctors he knew, Dr. Hoffman, Dr. Kasal, even Victor, if there was any way, but he had only faced disappointment.
His hands shook as he collapsed onto the hospital bed, his shoulders shaking. It felt like the entire world was collapsing in on him. Savior of the human race, conqueror of all manufactured diseases and epidemics, Derek Stiles, could not see anymore. Those criminals had finally bested him by taking away the organ he needed the most. Even if he had lost the use of his hands, he could have at least talked someone else through a surgery. But his eyes?
He couldn't even cry anymore!
"Derek! Don't you dare!" he heard from the side.
Warm arms wrapped around him, forcing the shard of glass in his hand to crash onto the floor. He could recognize this warmth. Angie. Even without tears falling, he was crying. He could feel her grip on him become tighter as if letting go of him would cause the world to end. For him, it already had. Derek finally returned the hug, grasping onto Angie as tightly as possible. Angie would be his one bit of the world that wouldn't collapse on him.
He would survive.
Even if his dreams didn't.
A/N: The next one will be much more lighthearted piece, so please read on to lift your spirits! Please review!