Tyler didn't come to work that day. People asked questions.
"Well, he's your friend, and therefore your responsibility to check up on."
"But-"
"No buts, Dr. Stiles."
Derek knew when he was beat.
He knocked on the door.
"Just a minute!"
"The door has opened, Derek!"
"Enough of the KH quotes."
Derek entered the room and was hit with the smell of incense sticks.
"What's the matter? You look alright to me."
"Something, on my mind, troubling me. And you and I both know that if I can't concentrate, it's the patient who suffers."
"Too right."
"What's troubling you?"
"I'm telling you, Derek, because you're my friend. I sent off Professor Blackwell through euthanasia."
"You-"
"He was in pain, and there wasn't anything they could do."
"YOU FCKING MORON!"
"Huh?"
"You could have at least not interfered with him! Or let him go while he was asleep! Oh, you've got on the wrong side of me! I'm telling Angie 'bout this!"
"But-"
The door had slammed shut.
"Angie…"
"What is it, Dr Stiles?"
"He… killed… your… dad."
"Tyler? But…"
"He told me."
She didn't flip.
"At least his conscience is clear. He asked for death because he was so sinful… but he's now dead and he wanted it."
"You're right."
"Doctor, you're needed in the O.R."