Going back to work at Caduceus had its finer points. Like all the women were wearing more revealing clothing. And according to Tyler, "They've been a lot less bitchy." Luckily for Derek, Tyler was the pervert at Caduceus.
Finally, Derek and Angie came out of the locker rooms wearing the normal Caduceus working clothing. Derek's eyes were still on Angie's chest when the intercom called them to Dr. Hoffman's office.
"Like I told you yesterday," started Dr. Hoffman "GUILT has returned. This time, we have an even bigger problem. There are 3 patients with the specific GUILT. Three patients with Triti, three with Pempti, etcetera. Yet--"
"You're forgetting the other patients, sir." interrupted Angie.
"I was getting to that. The remaining patients have different strains of GUILT."
"How, Doctor?" Angie was only one in the room that looked confused.
"Obviously the original strains of GUILT fused and created new strains." said Derek, feeling great that he knew something Angie didn't. "After the incident, the GUILT probably developed more functional brains. Even the regular GUILT forms I know might even be harder to defeat."
"You, Derek, are going to clear out the normal GUILT as they come. Hopefully you and Angie can destroy all of the normal GUILT before the new GUILT gets serious and spreads. We'll try to research the new GUILT as much as we can.
"Thank you, Dr. Hoffman. Come on Angie, Let's back get to the lounge."
Derek sat in the lounge drinking coffee. There were barley and clocks in Caduceus because of Sidney's famous saying: "If you know your shift is almost over, your work deteriorates." Derek finished his coffee when the entire gang came in.
"What time is it?" asked Derek
"What makes you think we'd know?" asked Tyler.
"There aren't any clocks anywhere!" Cybil sighed. "Stupid Sidney..."
"Silly me, I thought our savior was actually doing work." of course it was Victor, in his best mood.
"You seemingly know a lot about "hard work", seeing as you're the sad, suck- up." Derek said, without looking up.
"How flattering." Victor replied coldly. Victor stormed out of the lounge and into the lab.
"Derek, you don't have to fight with him.," said Cybil, hugging Derek. This made Derek blush, in front of Angie. When Cybil let go, he shook the blush off.
"Yeah, I do. It's the only way he'll learn he can't boss people around. Only Hoffman is capable of that!"
"YEAH!" Leslie said. Everyone stared at her. "What?"
"Guess we should do some paper work." Angie said as they were walking out of the lounge. For maybe 4 hours, Derek, Angie, and all other important Caduceus characters did paperwork. Which was boring, then break came and everyone made their way to the lounge for an hour of relaxing.
"I'm telling you, Mellow is a GIRL," protested Tyler.
"No, that's impossible," Derek replied, "he has no breasts."
"Just as long as he doesn't have a--"
"PLEASE! STOP!" yelled a majority of the women in the lounge.
"Actually women don't understand it at all." Derek shook his head."
"Oh my gosh, it's a TV show character! Get over it!" Angie yelled, slapping both Derek and Tyler, simultaneously, somehow.
"Derek," it was Sidney, "uh, hi, great to see you, first patient, er, second if you count the Hope victim. Come, please. Angie you too." Derek and Angie walked with Sidney, wondering which GUILT it was. As if he was reading Derek's mind, Sidney spoke up. "You will be battling Kyraki today."
"Good, it should be simple then."
"Careful, Derek, they're smarter now." said Angie.
They made it to the room where Derek would be operating; the patient was in horrible condition. Derek could hear faint slicing and notice the patient was coughing up blood onto he's garments.
"Let's get start, Angie." Derek grabbed his belt and put on a mask.
Derek applied rubbed on some Antibiotic gel and entered the body with a scalpel and gagged at what he saw. There were cuts all over the stomach, the actually stomach was a crimson red. Six tiny bodies darted around the hemorrhages. Derek took disinfectant wipes and did his best to stop massive blood loss. He sutured the cuts and worked on the bodies. Much faster than the average Kyraki, these could product twice the amount of cuts. Derek could surface only of them, but it's ally would drag it down once it made its cut. Derek thought he shouldn't use the Healing Touch until most of the smaller bodies were gone.
"The Healing Touch, Derek!" Angie exclaimed, "Use it!"
"I've a better idea." his words came out muffled. Derek stabilized vitals, and then made a gapping hole across the stomach with the scalpel.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"Please Angie, wait." immediately, kyraki began jumping out of the hole, creating one synchronized line. Derek quickly sutured them together then when down the line, blasting them with the laser. Their bodies crumpled then exploded into small piles. Derek removed the 10cm long suture and repaired the hole he had made. There was still work to do. Derek waited for the mother Kyraki to create the tri-slash. When it did, Derek sutured them up, leaving the mother dumbfounded. The mother, and enhanced wingspan of 7cm, "flew" around in the stomach. Derek gave it escape points and it took the bait. The mother flew threw a cut and spread it's wings, widening the cut greatly. Derek then did something even Angie didn't expect. Derek pulled out his forceps and snatched the kyraki of the body. Angie handed him a plate to put the dying kyraki on. "We need samples, don't we, nurse?" Derek winked at her and closed up the patient.
"Why didn't I think of THAT?!" Sidney said.
"Because you're Sidney?" Derek grinned. Sidney gave him that "Kasal" look. It must run in the family. Derek was glad to save another patient. What type of GUILT would he fight next?