Me: Maho! Chapter 4!
Victor: Hey, how much longer do I have to stay here?
Me: (huffs) Don't make me make you dress in a tutu! I'm the Author!
Victor: (sighs)
Me: Besides… Chase is going to hang with me now!
Tyler: Damn straight! Haha!
Victor: What ever… (leaves)
Me: That son of a… oh, I don't own Trauma Center cause Atlus does!
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Trauma Center: Racing Against Time
Chapter 4: Results and Denial
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Dr. Stiles' eyes
blinked several times, taking in light blue sheets. He flinched,
grasping a
cold hand tightly and
then bolted up in his seat. His brain took a few seconds to register
where he was and what
had happened. His light brown eyes looked down at Angie, still
sleeping but looking
slightly paler, her breathing seeming slower as well. He frowned and
looked at the life
support, eyes widening. Stiles had noticed that the vital reading was
80
last night but now, it
hovered between 70 and 69.
"Oh, Dr. Stiles,
you're awake finally…" a slightly dejected voice trailed. He
turned
around, coming eye to
eye with Nurse Leslie Sears. Other than the sympathetic look she
still held, she shifted
something in her arms, more specific, a new IV bag. "What about
Amy?" Stiles asked as
Sears went to work changing the bags. She smiled, "Oh, Amy
doesn't wake up until
8 o' clock…"
"… I see," he
sighed. Nurse Sears finished hanging the IV bag so it began to drip
and
then walked over to
Stiles. "Hey… don't worry… everyone's working their hardest
to
save Angie," she
paused and looked out the door, "Chase… Cybil…. Victor…
Hoffman…. Clarks…
they even contacted Caduceus EUROPE. Remember, you're not
the only one hoping for
this to be over soon." She walked out, leaving Stiles to think.
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Director Miller of
Caduceus EUROPE gazed out the large glass window in the
Conference room,
scanning the city. GUILT research had dropped due to the narrowly
avoided outbreak thanks
to their brilliant idea to use z-cells. He was placed into a
temporary suspension
from his duties for his idiotic actions. It seemed so good at the
time.
"Sir," the voice
made him glace out of the corner of his eyes. The tall, silver haired
Dr.
Naomi Kimishima stood
at the open door to the Conference Room, a stack of papers in
her hands. "Yes, Dr.
Kimishima?" he asked, looking at the stack wearily. "Right…
these
papers were just sent.
Tests, readings, cell counts…" she said, going through the stack
and Miller rubbed his
temples, "Get on with it…"
"Oh right… these
are all from Caduceus USA. One Angela Thompson has appeared to
come down with a deadly
GUILT strand," she read the top sheet. Director Miller looked
at Naomi sharply,
"Professor Blackwell's daughter?!" "One in the same," she
said, once
again looking through
the papers on the table now. "It's destroyed their medical
professional's serum,
got a higher reading then Dr. Hoffman's reading, and has forced
more testing. It's
proven to be too dangerous for immediate removal," she read on a
back
sheet.
"…. Have our staff
start looking into it. Make sure you get Blackwell in here as well.
We
must talk to him about
this…" "Right sir…" she replied, stacking the papers and
walking
out. "God dammit…
how did I end up as his secretary?" she muttered, walking away
from the Conference
Room. Caduceus EUROPE, though a branch, was slightly larger
than the USA main
quarters and a little more winding. That and the fact that the
Laboratory where Pro.
Blackwell now worked was in the basement didn't make Dr.
Kimishima excited.
She started the long
trek, getting anyone and everyone to work. Apparently, most of the
staff enjoyed
eavesdropping as a hobby. 'Ugh… I'm starting to get a
migraine….' she
thought angrily,
walking pass gossiping nurses. "Hey! Back to your posts! Gossiping
doesn't help the
patients!" she barked. The nurses scurried away but a brunette
stayed.
"Hmm… you're
Gloria right?" Dr. Kimishima inquired and the brunette nurse
nodded.
"Hey, is this true
about that nurse getting infected?" Gloria asked a mysterious glint
in
her eyes.
Dr. Kimishima
eyes sharpened into a glare, choosing her response carefully,
"And if I said yes?"
"Well, what happens to that doctor she works with when she
passes?" A thinning nerve was plucked and her glare became death reincarnate.
"Have more respect…
you may have been a nurse longer than Ms. Thompson but she's a
hell of a lot better
than you'll ever be…" she growled, "Now get back to work or
so help
me…"
She turned sharply on
her heel and walked off, fuming. 'That bitch… good thing Derek
and Angie work at
the US branch…' It darkened suddenly and Dr. Kimishima looked
up,
'Oh… right, the
lab…' "Miss Weaver… or Kimishima now, right?" a man
spoke up from
behind a work table.
His brown hair was speckled with grey flecks and his face wrinkled
from intense work and
age. The pin on his lab coat read 'Kenneth Blackwell.' "Yes,
it's
Dr. Kimishima now,"
she replied with a cold undertone. The man chuckled slightly,
"Now, no need to be
angry. We both promised alliance to Caduceus and ended our work
with GUILT." "Don't
tell me that Professor. Miller has asked for you because of this!"
she snapped, tossing
the paper.
Blackwell caught the
paper, perplexed, but continued on with his work, grabbing another
test tube and scanning
over the paper. "Well, come to the Conference Room when you're
re- - -" she was cut
short as something shattered against the ground. Dr. Kimishima
looked quickly at
Blackwell. He was sweating and the paper was shaking. "Wh-What is
this?" He asked
sharply, "Some kind of joke!? Getting back at me for the other
patients?!" "What
are you talking about Blackwell? Angie came down with it two days
ago!" she barked.
He looked mortified as
he rushed past her and started towards the Conference Room. She
followed closely after,
finding it a much shorter trip up as he stormed through every
floor, slamming the
doors wide open. "What's this about!?" he snarled, holding the
paper
in his hands and
shaking it at Miller, "What's this about my daughter being
infected with
GUILT?!" "Blackwell,
calm down," Miller said, taking a seat. "How can I calm down!?"
he roared, slamming his
hands into the table, "Weren't the Chiral readings negative
before two days ago!?
You told me you destroyed Adam!"
Dr. Kimishima was back
against the wall, wide eyed. "The Chiral readings were
negative," the
relatively calm Miller answered, "And every bit of Adam was
destroyed
completely."
Blackwell was glaring again but then slumped into a chair, sinking
into his
thoughts. Emotions
flickered by like a TV on fast forward, but stopped on horrified
realization. Miller
picked up on this, "Blackwell… is there something you're
keeping
from us?"
The aging father
jumped, growling under his breath. Dr. Kimishima looked closely at
the
once deadly Professor
of Delphi, her hawk like eyes watching a bead of sweat trail down
his face. "….."
he was remained silent. "Blackwell," Miller said, raising his
voice slightly
and making the other
man flinch, "You know something about this. If you keep this
information to
yourself, your daughter most likely die." It sounded like an open
threat,
but it was working none
the less as Blackwell grasped the paper tighter.
"Alright…. I'll
tell you…" he growled under his breath, "But promise me you'll
cure
her…" At the
response, Miller's eyes glinted slightly and smirked, "Yes…
with your
cooperation…" Dr.
Kimishima didn't like where this was going.
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The printer in Sidney
Kasal's office turned on and beeped. Blank paper was pulled to ink
and clicked, a message
being typed out. 'To: Sidney Kasal' was printed bold as
the
director of Caduceus
USA walked in. The clicking stopped and the paper lay in the tray,
waiting for the
recipient. Kasal adjusted his glasses, picking the paper up, and
scanned
the contents quickly.
"Denied operation,
instead, requesting immediate transfer?" he read to himself. He
continued reading down
the list, eyes stopping on the name of the transferee. He
immediately called Dr.
Stiles to his office.
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Me: Chapter 4 done!
Chase: Woah! More twisted than ever!
Me: At least it makes
sense! More of the fabulous doctors and nurses to reappear in the
next chapter! Oh, and
Gloria is just a name I got from 'Scrubs' to fit in the story. I
needed
some sort of bitchy
figure. (smiles)
Chase: (moves away slightly)
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