Me: Where's Chase?
Victor: I'm not his keeper!
Me: …. Good point…
Victor: For all I know, he might be talking to that psychopath.
Me: Which one?
Victor: …
Me: Oh, the silent on with the muzzle.
Victor: (nods)
Chase: (comes flying in) Woah!
Me: (looks at Chase) Welcome to the room! What took you…?
Chase: (Out cold)
Me and Victor: (sigh)
Me: I don't own
Trauma Center because Altus does… FYI, Lawyers don't come into
asylums.
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Trauma Center: Racing Against Time
Chapter 13: Darkness Turns to Light
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"Mind telling me now
why you had to come to Hope?" Dr. Kasal asked, turning away
from the closed OR door
and facing Chase and Cybil. (A.N: Clarks, Leslie, Victor, and
Blackwell are helping
with the operation) "Before I say anything," Cybil replied
quietly,
not looking Kasal in
the eye, "It doesn't get out." Kasal looked perplexed but none
the
less, nodded. "Ok,"
she continued, "This is how it went down…"
Cybil started at the
beginning, telling what she knew and Chase filling in some of the
missing holes. "Wait…
Caduceus EUROPE didn't want you to remove the GUILT?"
Kasal inquired. Chase
nodded, "Professor Blackwell figures it must be due to the way it
just suddenly appeared.
GUILT research is supposed to be dropped though…" "We don't
have a say against the
Director…" Cybil groaned.
"I see…" Kasal
muttered. He looked at the two again, "Continue please." "Well,
Stiles
wasn't ready to
follow through with orders so…" Chase stopped talking with a
nervous
laugh. "You… did
the operation anyway…. right?" Dr. Kasal asked, a small smirk
appearing on his face.
Cybil adjusted her glasses, making the lights overhead hide her
eyes but not the red
tint of embarrassment on her face, "Uh… yeah, we did."
"No need to act like
that Cybil," Kasal chuckled, shuffling his feet slightly, "Derek
struck
me as the type to pull
this stunt." "Derek always was irrational at times," Chase
added,
slinging his arm over
Kasal, "but… this time, it's a different reason."
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Dr. Stiles, once more,
applied Antibiotic Gel to Angie's chest before carefully made an
incision. He felt his
temper flare for a second as the same, serpent-like GUILT appeared
in his and Dr.
Kimishima's line of vision. "Damn, it's the same one again,"
he hissed as
they both started
cutting at the claws anchoring on the heart. "There must be
something
more to this GUILT
then…" Kimishima remarked, pulling out a claw with the forceps.
Its grip on the heart
disappeared as it started it wild swim, creating multiple lacerations
and two nasty green
ones. They quickly removed the poison and sutured the lacerations
before Angie's vitals
became critical. Stiles filled the syringe with stabilizer and
brought
her vitals back into a
safe zone. The whip tail thrashed angrily, stabbing the major muscle
and dropping vitals a
bit while the two doctors continued cutting away at the anchor
claws.
The GUILT released a
miniscule roar of anger as Stiles cut off the final claw and
prepared to remove it.
The whipping tail did the unexpected, aiming not for Angie's heart
but Dr. Stiles' hand,
cutting through the glove and sinking a cut into his hand. "Ah!"
he
stepped back, dropping
the forceps and clutching his hand. Dr. Kimishima continued to
work as Stiles examined
his hand.
"What's the
damage?" Clarks asked, walking over. By that time, Stiles hand
removed his
glove, revealing a
pretty deep cut from his knuckle to his wrist, blood oozing out as it
started to turn green
around the edges. "You should treat that before continuing,"
Clarks
said, starting to lead
him away from the table but Stiles fought back. "No. I'll just
bandage it and get back
to work," he replied sharply, haphazardly wrapping his hand up
and putting on a new
pair of gloves.
"Stiles, you don't
know what effect the poison might have," Victor said from his
corner
of the room, Blackwell
nearby. Stiles shrugged it away, "I'll just take the chance."
He
turned back to the
table, joining the GUILT battle again. Dr. Kimishima was switching
between laser and
suture, letting Dr. Stiles take over the suturing. "Nice to have
you
back," she quirked,
injecting stabilizers as the GUILT stopped swimming around once
more. He didn't
respond.
As the last chip of
armor disintegrated, the GUILT went into its final frenzy,
lacerations
appearing with each
passover. 'Concentrate!' Stiles willed himself, the image
of a star
appearing before him
once more and time slowed down. He doubled his efforts as the
GUILT continued its
quick pace just like before. Time ceased function, letting him work,
stitching up the
various lacerations, racing vitals to a safe zone and finally
injecting the
serum.
Dr. Stiles allowed his
concentration to dissipate, the GUILT writhing in pain. He flexed
his injured hand which
started to sting rather painfully in a short time, watching the
GUILT disappear,
defeated. Back in the shadows, Victor's eyes wandered to the clock
and counted.
3…
Dr. Kimishima checked the Chiral Readings.
2…
Dr. Stiles stood by at the ready.
1…
Blackwell started charging the Defibrillator.
A loud tick announced
11:00. "Chiral readings are positive!" Dr. Kimishima exclaimed
as the machines started
to go erratic. Dr. Stiles watched in horror as eight small punctures
appeared through the
heart then pulled back. A long beep was heard in the room. "Let's
get her back and then
use the ultrasound," he beckoned Blackwell over, taking the pads.
He placed the pads down
and sent the first shock, getting nothing. "Once more…" he
muttered, letting the
power charge and sending a second shock.
Quick beeps replace the
flat one ringing seconds ago. "Ok," he said, removing the pads,
shaking out his hand
again which was starting to burn, "let's find this last GUILT."
Dr.
Kimishima took the
ultrasound and placed it over Angie's heart, the small machine
making nothing appear.
Something did when she placed it on the center but it faded
quickly. "Cut right
there," she pointed right at the center. He hesitated but grabbed
the
scalpel none the less
and made a small incision.
The small incision was
big enough for the major problem to squeeze out. It was white,
one small glowing orb
inside its lumpy form moving around like a deformed eye. The
rest of its body gave a
jellyfish appearance. It floated around the new, large cavity around
the heart. "There it
is…" Dr. Stiles hissed. The red eye turned and flashed, its whole
body
spinning like a top
before its tentacles spread in ten directions, each pulling back and
making a laceration.
"Vitals are
critical!" Dr. Kimishima warned, picking up the syringe. "Right,
let's get to
work," he said,
picking up the suture. They both set to it again, the ten lacerations
disappearing quickly
with Stiles' handiwork and the vitals safe once more. The
gelatinous GUILT
noticed the working hands and started to move quickly around,
dodging most of the
attempts to cut it directly.
Stiles reached for the
laser, trying to ignore the burning in his hand as he turned around.
The GUILT flinched on
contacted with the laser and moved away from the strong beam,
only to be hit several
more times. It spun away, creating ten more lacerations which
Kimishima set to work
on this time, giving Stiles an opportune moment to try and finish
it. With another sting
of the laser, the GUILT halted, tired apparently, allowing an
injection of the serum.
It pulled a Savato,
gaining new found energy and spinning to the center of the heart
and creating ten
lacerations. The tentacles didn't release their hold however and
the
GUILT started to shake.
The form started to shift wildly as the GUILT started sinking,
no, combining with the
heart. "Quick! Its burrowing!" Blackwell exclaimed. Dr. Stiles
looked around and tried
concentrating again. A star appeared before him, slowing time
down. His eyes narrowed
as his vision started to blur, the cost of using the Healing Touch
multiple times.
The GUILT was still
moving, disappearing, delivering the final blow towards the one
woman he had yet to say
what he wished to. "Come on…!" he yelled, pushing himself
closer to the edge,
sweat rolling down his face. Time stopped again, the GUILT ceased
function. 'Finally…'
his thought, picking up the syringe and filling it with more serum
and injecting it
straight into the malformed parasite.
His mind snapped, time
coming back with a crash and the GUILT bubbling viciously, the
body disappearing but
the red orb eye turning black. Dr. Stiles picked it out with the
forceps. "Chiral
readings negative… I think we got it this time," Dr. Kimishima
smiled.
He let out a sigh of
relief, "Let's finished the rest of these wounds and stitch Angie
up
then…" It didn't
take long actually, a few daps of antibiotic gel here and there and
then
the ending suturing,
gelling and bandaging.
"Everything's fine.
Operation successful," Kimishima announced. The announcement
didn't reach Dr.
Stiles ears. His vision was fading, the pain in his hand unbearable,
but he
fought long enough to
move some of Angie's hair out of her face and smile. His legs
buckled, his body
falling back and that was the last thing he knew before nothing.
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Me: (poking Chase with a stick)
Victor: …
Chase: …
Me: … (bites Chase's hand)
Chase: YEOW! WHAT THE HELL! LET GO!
Victor: (coughs, blocking a laugh)
Me: Ok! He's awake!
Chase: Ow… what's with your teeth?
Me: They're pointy! (grins)
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