FireCacodemon: Hello and welcome to the first Special chapter of Trauma Center: A Pathogenic War. These chapters will be where they are published and then moved to after Chapter 9.

Derek: Trauma Center belongs to Atlus, the cover image belongs to Aileen-Rose.

FireCacodemon: Enjoy.

Special Chapter 1:

Doctor Nozomi Weaver

St. Francis Hospital, a well organised hospital with highly experienced surgeons there who are waiting to help any patient who arrives to them. The director of the hospital, Mr. Wing runs the hospital well, much like his rival, Dr. Hoffman runs Hope Hospital well. The two are friendly to each other while also having a one-sided rival relationship. Mr. Wing views Robert as a rival when Robert just views their relationship as friends. This has caused some unnecessary conflict between the two hospitals. Despite this, they're willing to help each other should an emergency rise which one hospital struggles to handle patients either by lack of space or any hospital damage. Mr. Wing watched the senior surgeon, named Doctor Harrison Shull, was busy giving his general talk of the day.

"Okay team, today a new nurse from Hope Hospital brought in a patient who suffered from a heart attack while riding the same bus, he'll be arriving shortly who will be given to Dr. Well." A male doctor nodded accepting the patient. "We'll also be expecting a Mr. Alan Chambers to arrive soon as well. He's suffering from multifragmentary fractures in his right forearm. He'll need an X-ray as soon as he gets in. As soon as the injury occurred, a nurse was there and witnessed the injury and immediately called an ambulance. From what the nurse reported to us, it could give us some trouble. We won't know for sure until the X-ray comes back. If it is as complicated as the nurse said it is then Dr. Weaver, will you be able to take him?" Dr. Shull asked.

"I appreciate the confidence, by you know this is no big deal," Dr. Weaver spoke. She gently moved some hair behind her ear. "I haven't let a patient down yet, have I?" She smiled. Nozomi Weaver wore the typical white uniform of the St. Francis hospital. With her long silver-coloured hair it often caused trouble when the wind blew, while most of her hair was behind her, her bangs had been styled so they all moved to the left side of her face, revealing the silver orbs she had for eyes. Dangling down from her ears were some long earrings which held the colours of white and black. Nozomi looked around the rest of the staff currently here for the meeting before the shift started. Many of them were unfamiliar faces, having just been transferred here based on an exchange program. Nozomi is a skilled surgeon from Okinawa, in Japan but despite her recently transfer, she's gained quite a reputation among the staff.

"Alan Chambers is a famous screenwriter so his arm is crucial to his work. While you're fixing him up, we'll be trying to tame the media outside. They're hungry for news and we're not planning on giving them anything. I'm sure having the press bursting onto the ward will slow down his recovery as well as put unneeded pressure on him based on his works. Mr. Chambers will probably be placed on a private ward to prevent anyone bothering him." Dr. Well continued. Nozomi couldn't help but roll her eyes after hearing what some of the other doctors were talking about; they were practically acting like school children. She did catch that she might be one of the most photogenic doctors in the hospital.

"I definitely don't need that kind of attention," she told the doctors. They seemed to cower when they found out that she overheard them.

"It's true though," one of them said.

"If they're still here by the time that Mr. Chambers is released and still looking for a press conference, then the head surgeon is welcome to take my place," Nozomi spoke with honesty. She didn't really want any attention on her. She was just going to do her job here and that was what she cared about. If the patient recovered well, then that was the reward she liked to feel. The patient's gratitude was rewarding to see their smiling faces.

"You're too modest, Dr. Weaver," Dr. Well smiled.

"Dr. Weaver has really put our hospital on the map, though. We have patients coming from all over. I'd say that accepting the exchange program was the best thing to happen to St. Francis," Mr. Wing spoke, drawing all attention onto him. "I'm surprised your hospital was willing to let you go, Dr. Weaver."

"You're all giving me too much credit...I haven't even been here for a full year...I have only been here a couple of months."

"We're starting to get a little sidetracked, I think. Everyone dismiss!" And with that, the staff all moved onto their shifts and started their work. An ambulance soon arrived.

"Now I just need to avoid unnecessary media attention..." Nozomi thought to herself. She was glad that she was getting an operation room to handle this case instead of doing it out in the public for the media to see.

Trauma Center: The Pathogenic War: Special Chapter 1: Dr. Nozomi Weaver

Nozomi had seen the X-ray and could easily see that there were fragments of bone sticking out in all the wrong places. She would need to remove the bone fragments and place them onto a tray before re-arranging them to create the bones in the arm. "Multifragmentary fractures in the patient's forearm. There also seems to be internal haemorrhaging too so that'll need to be drained and sorted. I'll have to treat the bleeding first before rebuilding the broken bones." She told herself. She found it to be better to speak out-loud on what will happen during the operation so that she could remember it more clearly in her mind. The file had explained what the issue was but there was still the pressing matter of actually performing the operation. "Let's see...Time of dictation: three forty-eight PM. The patient's name is Adam Chambers, he has a serious fracture in his right arm." She took the X-ray results and held it up to the light to take a better look. "The fragments of the bones seem to be scattered, as predicted as well as causing haemorrhaging. My three objectives are: Collecting the fragments of his radius and ulna. Set the ulna properly for healing and then to return the fragments to their original location and rebuild the patient's radius and ulna. I anticipate a smooth procedure. It's time to get started," Nozomi readied her right hand while it looked like she was going to fire an invisible gun that children use when they're very little. She walked into the OR to begin.

Trauma Center: The Pathogenic War: Special Chapter 1: Dr. Nozomi Weaver

Naomi was handed a bottle of antibiotic gel used to disinfect the area. Seeing as the injury is located primarily in the forearm that was where the gel was going to go. Once the area was disinfected, Nozomi picked up a scalpel and made her incision. Once inside, she noticed that the haemorrhaging was interfering with her work already. The nurse noticed too and swiftly handed over the drain to Nozomi. Draining the blood was going to be the first thing done before anything else could be removed. Once drained, Nozomi picked up the antibiotic gel and covered the small laceration with the gel, it worked instantly and the laceration was dealt with. With the bleeding stopped, she could move onto the bone fragments. Picking up the forceps, Nozomi started to remove the fragments into a dish where they would be washed and placed into a separate dish for Nozomi to use later.

"Now, I'll return these fragments to their original positions in order to rebuild his arm. Wait a minute...it looks like his radius is twisted in the wrong direction." She muttered to herself before using the forceps to return the radius to the correct position. With the bone moved carefully back into the right position she mentally sighed. "With that out of the way, I should be able to move the bone fragments where they belong. It'll be a jigsaw but it'll have to be done," Nozomi said as the nurse gently moved a dish in Nozomi's line of sight. In the dish was one of the many bone fragments. "Thank you," she said before using the forceps to pick up the bone fragment and then to place it where it belonged. Nozomi wasn't going to stop until all the pieces were in the right part. The staff watched. Outside the OR, Nozomi was starting to get a small group of doctors watching, waiting for Nozomi to finish the operation. She wasn't aware of her little fan-group forming. Everything was going smoothly before the nurse had run out of fragments to give Nozomi. "Something isn't right...I thought I found all the fragments, but...the ulna still isn't connecting properly. That would mean that there's still a fragment I haven't found yet...Nurse, ultrasound."

"Yes Doctor," the nurse replied as she handed over the ultrasound to Nozomi. She started looking around the arm for the last fragment of the arm. Soon, she found it embedded deeper into the surrounding muscle. Having found the last fragment, Nozomi removed it with the scalpel before using the forceps to return the fragment back to its original place. She didn't need to take it out like the other fragments. Once the fragment was in place, Nozomi was handed the antibiotic gel to help the bone meld together. The gel was amazing when applied. It still wasn't an excuse to jump straight back into work though, the arm still needed to recover naturally.

"I anticipate a quick recovery," Nozomi spoke once the bone looked like it was starting to heal nicely. She sutured up the incision, applied the antibiotic gel and applied the bandage. "Operation complete."

"Another amazing operation, Dr. Weaver!" She turned around to see her fan-group standing by the observation window. "I think we all learnt a thing or two," the doctor chuckled as he began to walk away. "Well then, if you'll excuse me..."

"See you tomorrow sir," Nozomi spoke before she went quiet. "Interesting, I always thought that American doctors were more concerned about gold than their patients...But everyone here is so kind. They accepted me as one of their own immediately...Only because they don't know the truth..." She thought to herself before she left the OR to get into her normal uniform once more. Once she switched on her phone, it instantly vibrated. "Hm? A phone call...? Oh, it's them." She sighed before pressing the call button on her phone. "This is Weaver...a procedure on Sunday? It's kind of sudden, don't you think? Not that I can refuse or anything...Yeah, I'll be there."

FireCacodemon: I'm just going to make this clear now, I will still upload on the 4/09/2016. This is just a special chapter that I've finally had time to write. Nothing special so have a good time.