Lonelywerewolf: Finally, the end is almost near! And so, the story goes on...at least for another chapter or so...ah! This chapter may not be my best work, I tried...the writer's block got me again...sorry about it! Hope you read and review!


The story goes like this….

Dr. Derek Stiles had never seen so much commotion since that GUILT outbreak a year ago. After seeing the young lawyer fall to his knees, he and Angie had bolted quickly to his side, ten minutes later, an ambulance crew got inside the courtroom and carried the man away, behind him the screams of desperation of his partner: "NICK!! NICK!! NICK!!" Derek and Angie quickly followed behind, unable to face the detective and the other girl, that tried in vain to calm Phoenix Wright's partner down. "NICK!! NICK!!" The young doctor could remember the first time someone screamed like that…and that other time someone ended dead.

But Derek couldn't allowed that! As he and Angie settled inside the ambulance, Derek spared a look at Phoenix, whose breathing was shallow, and nodded. He wasn't going to let him die that easily, he still owed him someone's life.


Sydney Kasal had to prepare himself for the worst. That was the thing…however, nothing ever prepared a person for the worst, even when his wife died that fateful day to a disease, he had never been prepared, hardly, he barely managed to say good-bye to his dying wife as she said her last words to her beloved husband. And Dr. Kasal wasn't prepare to tell that unknown stranger that he was dying…no one never is prepared to die, no matter how old or young, no one can prepare to die only wait for it to finally take over, like this disease was doing to Phoenix Wright.

Kasal hesitated a moment, his hand just a few inches away from the door handle. How was he going to tell Dr. Stiles this?

Just after Phoenix Wright had arrived to Caduceus, Victor had began to examined his blood, pressure, almost everything that he could. Othello had been called, as well, and along with Victor, checked Wright thoroughly. Both had come out with the inevitable conclusion. Wright was dying a slow and painful death…how was Dr. Kasal going to tell Derek that this man was already dying?

He took a deep breath and opened the door; he was not prepared.


Derek answered the many questions that the two young women shot at him. Mainly they repeated the same questions over and over again; was he going to be alright? "What does Nick have, doctor?" Maya asked, teary eyed, behind her, Larry, Ema, Gumshoe, looking back at him, hopefully he was going to be just fine. It had to be a false alarm.

"Mr. Wright…has, according to some tests…a strange disease…"

"A strange disease?" Maya asked.

"Yes. We believe it to have been caused by GUILT, I believe you are familiar with it?" The small group flinched. GUILT was a real pain in the ass back in the day.

"But, he doesn't have GUILT, right?" Ema Skye asked hopefully, Derek nodded in response.

"No, but even so, this disease has caused a tumor to grow on his heart…the tumor is greatly affecting Mr. Wright…a lot. The tumor is stationed in a very dangerous place that if he were to have another heart attack….he probably might not make it…"

"NO! NO WAY!! Nick can't die!! Nick's a strong person, he can't die so easily! Please tell me he can't!!" Maya cried, her eyes already red from the tears. Derek didn't know how to respond….should he give her false hope, false hope even he had a chance of believing? Derek opened his mouth to speak; someone beat him to it.

"Doctor Stiles…" It was Sydney Kasal, with him, another man with spiky blonde hair, wearing glasses. Derek knew this man, he was Mark Othello. "Can…can we talk?" the director asked nervously. The young surgeon had never seen him act like this before, but there were first times.

"Yes?"

"Its about Mr. Wright's condition…" Kasal began, Derek looked up.

"He is going to be fine?" Derek asked, hoping that some miracle had taken place to save Phoenix Wright. Kasal shook his head.

"No, Dr. Stiles…I'm afraid his condition is deteriorating by the minute…he is dying…"

"He…is dying?" The three doctors almost jumped when a sudden voice shook their ground. Maya was standing right behind them, her eyes growing wide with horror.

"I'm afraid he is…" Othello told her, sadly. Maya said nothing, and then, let herself sink on a nearby chair, letting the other man continue their conversation alone.

"But…" Derek began, his fists shaking with anger. "there's got to be a way to save him!"

"Doctor Stiles…" Kasal said firmly, raising his hand. "I'm sorry but he cannot be saved…"

"Of course he can! There's always a way!" Kasal stood, unmoved.

"I'm afraid…there's no way, now…I'm sorry…" Derek opened his mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by Kasal. "Trying an unnecessary operation will kill him."

"He'll die if we don't help him!" Kasal said nothing. He couldn't find anything to say.

"Dr. Stiles….please, can I have a word with you?" Othello asked, catching Derek's attention. Othello had barely spoken at all during the small conversation and the surgeon had not noticed him at all. He nodded and followed the small doctor away from Kasal and the grieving group. "Listen…Dr. Stiles, there are times when even us doctors must accept the fact that we can't cure everyone."

"But, everyone has the right to be saved!" Derek argued, Othello raised an eyebrow.

"Yes…everyone has that right to be saved….but…" Othello stood in silence for a while, thinking. "Let…me see, what I can do for him."

"Dr. Othello?" Dr. Stiles was left in the halfway, dumbstruck by the other doctor's parting words.

"Knowledge takes time to find, but for Phoenix's sake, we will find it…"