Me: One week later and the trial has started. Will Michael get a Not Guilty and be a free,
but guilt ridden man, or will he receive punishment someone else deserves? Only I know!
GS: That why you're writing this, now type...
Picup: Yes! You made me mess up my guesses so finish!
Me: AH!
World: ... I still don't know where I am...
Me: It's the muse second.
World: Oh kick ass! (dances)
Me: ... Jelly doughnut...
World: Uh... no, no jelly doughnut...
Me: T.T
Disclaimer: I don't own Trauma Center or Phoenix Wright because Atlus and Capcom
do.
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Trauma Center: Treacherous Meetings
Chapter 21: Bringing You Home
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June 4th, 12:56 pm
Caduceus USA
5th Floor
Dr. Naomi Kimishima held the phone, listening to Phoenix as he described what
happened. (Another reason I didn't want the trial because I don't think I wanna make
Edgeworth lose another.) "Man, he was preparing for a month at least. He countered
almost everything I said!" Phoenix exclaimed, but then sighed, "I might not be on top of
my game though. This is my first trial in a while." "Well keep at it. Remember, you have
to clear him if I'm to hold up my end of the bargain," she said, tapping her foot slightly.
"I'll be on top of my game tomorrow Dr. Kimishima, don't worry. With everything these
past few weeks, I believe in Michael enough to know he's one hundred percent Not
Guilty," he said, replied, possibly grinning into the phone. Kimishima smirked, "I hope
you are Mr. Wright, I hope you are. I must go now and check on Angie before the idiots
below let their interns roam free." "Wow, are interns wild animals or something there?"
"More that they think they can do anything for getting into Caduceus. We don't get a lot
of interns..." she hissed the ending through her teeth. He stuttered, "I-I see... well, I'll call
you if anything happens." "Right," she said simply and set the phone on the hook.
Rubbing her temples, she started off for Angie's room but not before stopping in Derek's
room, reading the clipboard. She shook her head slowly, "Dr. Stiles... what's happening
to you?" She set the clipboard down again and walked next door. It wasn't a surprise that
Angie just sat there, not looking up as Kimishima walked in, seemingly staring into space
once more. The silver haired surgeon took a seat next to the bed. Angie's eyes slowly
looked over at her, but then returned back to staring at the sheets.
Kimishima sighed, no reaction or response to her presence. It was time to try her plan
anyway. "Angie..." she said, sternly. Not even a glance until she continued, "Let me take
you to see Derek. I think you deserve to see him. Three weeks and not even a slight stir,
but I believe you can change that." Celadon eyes now looked at Kimishima fully,
remaining dull but interested at best. Slowly, Angie slid out of bed, Kimishima draping a
blanket over her shoulders and escorted her to Derek's room.
Finally, a reaction. Angie's eyes opened wide as she looked at Derek for the first time in
three weeks. He took silent, almost unheard breaths dominated by the beeping of the life
support system installed into the room. He would've looked like he was in a peaceful
slumber if his lips were not thinned in such a straight line. It was more like he was
trapped in an eternal nightmare than restful sleep.
With shaking footsteps and ignoring the cold tiles, Angie made her way over to the bed,
taking a seat near the edge. Her pale hand slipped from beneath the white cotton hospital
sheet and touched Derek's hand lightly, tracing the recently replaced bandages with
utmost care. This whole display of affection surprised Kimishima. Angie had no contact
with anyone for the past three weeks and shivered violently in horror whenever someone
of the male persuasion walked in. Yet, here she was, holding Derek's hand, resting upon
his arm. What was going on?
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'Five more minutes... I'll wake up...' he thought in a haze, curled up in a room where
only black filled every corner. Derek didn't know how long he had been saying that or
thinking it, all he knew was he needed rest, his body felt like it hadn't rest in his entire
life time. There was a feather soft touch on his hand yet he didn't stir. 'Please... let me
sleep...' he thought, slightly angry but mostly annoyed. He felt like batting the touch
away.
It remained, soft and drifting across his aching hands, soothing at most. 'Who is that...?'
he wondered. Somehow, he knew it wasn't going to leave until he woke up. With a slight
grumble, he opened his eyes, staring into the pitch blackness of the empty void
surrounding him. The feeling on his hand was gone as he looked around, rising to his
feet. Pain returned to his hands in full force, making him cringe.
The memories of previous events flashed through his mind and he stiffened. "Angie?
Angie!" he yelled, looking around frantically. He started shaking on the spot. The last
thing he remembered was her, shivering, the cut in her leg bleeding sluggishly and the
bruises given to her standing out against her pale skin. Now, he was alone, and so was
Angie. He shut his eyes, fingers twitching slightly.
"Derek..."
He turned around quickly, seeing something glowing in the distance. He couldn't make it
out, it was too far away. He was about to move forward but something held him back,
something from the shadows. "You mustn't!" it said, holding his arm, "Don't you ever
listen? If you go over there, you'll never come back." What ever was holding his arm
looked like a young child, maybe 10 years old. "But... what's over there then?" Derek
asked, looking back towards the light.
The kid looked at the empty ground, "It's a trick. Tama wondered over there and never
came back." Derek looked at the kid at the mention of Tama, "Tama?" "My cat. Hit by a
car... I blamed myself until mom told me otherwise," the kid looked up and grinned. It
was a weird feeling to stare at himself, at least sixteen years younger and grinning widely
after talking about Tama. "You have people waiting for you... not in the light, but farther
back," young Derek pointed off into the darkness.
Derek looked back, "Are you sure?" "Yeah. Lots of people go that way and never come
back, but I've seen a few leave. You have to be one of those few," young Derek replied,
"She's waiting anyway... right by your side." 'Her?... Angie...' Derek turned completely
way from the light, taking a deep breath, "I hope you're right... thanks." "Hey, no
problem..." his younger self said. Derek nodded, and, with one last glance at the light,
disappeared into the dark.
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"Oh my...!" Kimishima gasped. Angie looked up at Derek's face as he took a deep inhale
of breath, his eyes opening slowly. He looked around, taking in every detail of the room
and the two other occupants. His fingers twitched slightly while Angie continued running
her fingers lightly over his bandages. "How... long was I out?" he asked, his voice
cracking from its lost use. "Three weeks, give or take," Kimishima replied. Derek's
expression didn't change at the least from the shocking news. It was silent as Angie and
Derek looked at each other.
She didn't shake in his presence nor walk away, but instead, laid her head on his arm,
never releasing his injured hand. "Angie..." he whispered and she looked up. Angie
sighed and muttered, "I'm sorry..." "It wasn't your fault..." he mumbled, "I should've
stopped this from happening. I should've warned you."
"But your hands..." she replied, still tracing the wraps, "They wouldn't be like this if you
didn't come to save me..." He looked at his hands, both bandages tightly. He couldn't
move them, but his fingers twitched slightly. "Well... I can't be a surgeon anymore..." he
sighed. Angie shook her head, "Derek, you can't give up. You at least have a chance to
get your life back."
He bit his lip as she looked away. "No," he said, "You can get a life back... just don't let
this rule you." "There's no man I could ever find who would want to be with me... not
now anyway," she whispered, smiling bitterly, but he shook his head. "Not true again..."
Derek said, smiling calmly, "because I would..." She looked up, eyes widened with
surprise. The surprise disappeared and she smiled. She grabbed his hand again, lying on
the side of his bed, "Thank you..."
Kimishima slipped out of the room, the time now 2:35 pm. She walked over to the
counter as the interns entered the floor, picking up the phone and dialing. "Hello! This is
Wright & Co. office, Maya Fey speaking!" Maya answered. Kimishima smiled, "Hey
Maya." "Ah, Dr. Kimishima! I'll get Nick!" It was silent for a second and it sounded like
someone was running towards the phone. "Hello?" Phoenix asked breathlessly.
Kimishima grinned, "Mr. Wright, I have some good news for you..."
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Me: Welcome back Dr. Stiles and Angie!
Picup, World and GS: (cheer) Welcome back!
Me: Well, they're back now, but the trial hasn't ended. Who will get the last laugh? Stay
turned! Oh yeah, I was originally gonna add a song at the end but... scraped the idea!
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