Me: Next chapter, next chapter!
GS: Why did Donovan do that anyway? Is he mentally deranged?
Me: Eh, you'll see soon.
Picup: ... (tosses her paper away) Right, let's get to it.
Me: Oh, and don't hate me for this chapter! Nyah! (runs)
World: Hey! You have to type!
Disclaimer: She doesn't own Trauma Center or Phoenix Wright because they belong to
Atlus and Capcom. She does have copies of the games though.
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Trauma Center: Treacherous Meetings
Chapter 26: Secrets and Reasons
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June 5th, 4:39 pm
Hope Hospital
Room 342
"Well, Mr. Weaver..." Michael flinched as Dr. Kasal said his last name, turning red,
"You'll be able to leave in a few days. We just have to make sure everything heals
correctly. That bullet was cutting it too close." "Hmph..." Michael looked away and Dr.
Kasal sighed, "Right... I get it. I'm leaving, but I'll be back in about 3 hours... oh, and
you have visitors."
His steely blue eyes looked towards the door, widening as Derek, Angie, Ms. Thompson,
Blackwell and Kimishima walked in. "I told you... just call me Rach," Ms. Thompson
insisted, tapping her foot impatiently as she faced Derek. "Uh..." his eyes looked at
Angie, pleading for help. She just shook her head, "Mother..."
Kimishima rolled her eyes, but then looked at Michael, her silver eyes meeting his blue.
She smirked, but Michael saw through the mask. She walked over to his bedside and
whispered, "How you feeling?" "Like irony smacked me in my sleep..." he chuckled, his
chest stinging from the strain on his stitches, "I was trying to kill these people months
ago, but here I am... saved by one and in a hospital." "What would you say... if I told
you... that Doctor that operated on you was infected with GUILT before as well?" she
asked, turning her head slightly.
Michael chuckled, "Wow... today's really not my day."
"Actually, it probably is."
The other four had joined the conversation finally; all of them look at Michael closely.
"What you did was really brave," Ms. Thompson said, "But from the way it sounds, you
reacted on a reflex. My, is there something else we're protecting?" "What if there was?"
he asked, turning away. Ms. Thompson laughed, "Right... whatever you say." "Honey..."
Blackwell sighed but Ms. Thompson shot him a piercing gaze, "Hey! I'm not done with
you mister."
Blackwell shuttered and moved away, stepping over to the bed, "...I didn't expect to see
you again... and in a hospital none-the-less." "Heh, I wish I was taken down in the base
instead..." Michael scoffed, but Blackwell shook his head, "That was... a little more
shocking. I wish I'd been infected with Savato for fleeing Delphi instead." "You were
getting ready to flee though," Angie noted. Blackwell coughed behind his hand.
The door to the room opened suddenly and Ms. Thompson was quick to react, hoisting
the newcomer over her head to slam him into the ground. "Ah! Let me down!" they
yelped, flailing they're arms wildly. Derek jumped, "Ah! Ms. Thompson! That's Nick!"
"It's who?" Ms. Thompson asked, holding the attorney above her head still.
"Mr. Wright... the defense attorney..." Kimishima said. Ms. Thompson set the squirming
Phoenix down. He bolted behind Derek as soon as his feet hit the ground. Angie shifted
on her feet nervously, looking at Phoenix and then around the room, noticing the
clipboard with Michael's information. "Naomi... wasn't your last name with Delphi
Weaver?" she asked. Kimishima turned her head quickly, "Uh... yes, why?"
"Michael's last name is Weaver..." Angie said. Kimishima looked around awkwardly, "It
was a coincidence. Nothing for anyone to worry about or ask about..." "Ok," Derek said
and turned to Phoenix, "So Nick, what brings you to Hope?" Phoenix looked up, "Uh... I
came to tell you that I have the confession on tape and that we should listen to it." "The
confession? From Donovan?" Derek hissed and Phoenix nodded. Derek looked at the
ground, "... Let's go back to Caduceus... Tyler and Leslie need to know why they were
dragged in too."
Phoenix nodded, "Alright..." "Wait," Kimishima said, looking over at the group, "You go
ahead. Let me say goodbye to Michael." "Ah, ok Naomi..." Blackwell said. They walked
to and out of the door, one by one, Phoenix being last and closing the door. After making
sure they had departed, Kimishima turned to Michael once more, frowning, "You didn't
have to do that you know." Michael closed his eyes as she continued, "It scared me half
to death when you just stopped moving. Your skin... it was so cold and pale... I thought
you had died."
"I told you... I wanted to sleep for a bit," he replied. She glared at him, "Sleep! You
could've died in your 'sleep'! I kept telling you to stay awake!" "Naomi... just drop it.
It's over now..." he consoled but she didn't calm down, her temper rising, "You jumped
into a bullet's path! I was prepared for the outcome!" "I wasn't ready to let you die
though Naomi!" he snapped, his temper rising quickly.
Silver and blue were locked in a glare, both immensely irritated. Kimishima took as deep
breath to calm down, muttering, "Ok... calm down... think for a second." "..." Michael
rolled his eyes, now sitting up in his bed. "Look, Michael... I'm sorry for getting mad, but
really, you didn't have to do that..." she said quietly, standing close to his bedside. He
shook his head, "Naomi... I'm ready to risk my life... if it saves both of yours..." With a
hand, he stroked her stomach gently. She smiled, touching his hand, "You're the only one
who knows... thank god too. If everyone knew, I wouldn't be able to work like this..."
Michael laughed lightly, "I suppose so. You keep moving around too much. Traveling on
airplanes to the US, taking on GUILT, watching Stiles' patients while he was out..." "I
get it..." she sighed, playfully smacking his shoulder. Kimishima leaned over, kissing him
softly on the lips. It lasted for a second as she pulled away, walking towards the door.
"I'll be back," she said, glancing over her shoulder, "You, in the meantime, get some rest.
I'll fill you in on the details..."
He nodded. As Kimishima walked out, Michael laid down on his hospital bed and closed
his eyes. The lights clicked out.
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June 5th, 5:20 pm
Caduceus USA
Room 401
"Ah, welcome back," Leslie said looking at the door as the six entered. Tyler looked over
and grinned, "Hey! How's it going?" He tried to side up but shut his eyes as pain shot
through his back, "Ah... bad idea..." "Tyler, I told you, no moving..." Leslie scolded.
Tyler sighed, "Yes... mom..." He snickered slightly and Leslie sighed. Phoenix stepped
forward, "I have something we all need to listen to..."
He pulled out a recorder, Leslie and Tyler following his actions solemnly. Everyone
remained quiet as he hit play.
"Heh... you want to know so badly? It's not my problem..."
"Actually, I think it is. You couldn't kill your intended targets..."
"Who said anything about kill? (laughs) I was just doing business... damn that silent
bitch..."
"Watch it!"
"Fuck you! You want to know so badly? I get paid big bucks for kids. Lots of
organizations need to test what ever they have and babies are the best. Haha! The black
market even needs some other parts! Maybe extra organs or just something to raise on
the streets! That woman messed everything up though... running away with the next
delivery..."
"..."
"Rare baby with red eyes, I would've gotten paid thousands... led me to another source
though... that hospital. But that son of a bitch, he just has to be there, watching that
nurse, caring for the baby... bastard... I hope he never get those hands back. I know he
isn't getting that girl back though... ever! She owes me something now!"
"You failed though. That nurse you raped takes birth control pills."
"But after three days locked in a room, I'm sure she would be fertile enough..."
Derek wrapped his arms around Angie, livid as the tape continued.
"She would've had a healthy baby... and maybe a few more before I got rid of her like the
rest. Well, I finally got that little brat from the hospital and a decent bonus. Their skin is
always so soft... really, are all the nurses in that hospital virgins?"
Leslie felt a chill lance through her body. Chase started grinding his teeth, seething.
"... It's been a long time since I've been caught... but mark my word... this isn't the
end..."
The recorder clicked and Phoenix pocketed it. "Repulsive filth..." Ms. Thompson hissed.
Blackwell nodded, snarling, "Bastard... raping countless women just for his own greed."
"And it all started back in high school..." Tyler growled. Derek looked down at Angie,
worried as she continued staring at the spot where the recorder had rested. "Don't worry
Derek..." Kimishima said, "We tested Angie... she's not pregnant." Both exhaled,
relieved, but Angie remained huddled in Derek's arms.
"Ah... one more thing," Phoenix spoke up. Everyone looked at him. Phoenix looked at
the door, "Well, after the confession... the police checked the house again and found
something." "Something?" Ms. Thompson asked, raising an eyebrow. He nodded, "A
bunch of paperwork... from it, the police were able to round up a few buyers and save
some babies before any tests were started."
"...Julianna?" Angie asked, "What about Julianna? Y-You found her... right?" Before
Phoenix could reply, the door opened and Maya stepped forward... well, who appeared to
be Maya. The haunting ruby eyes had replaced her black eyes and her voice was softer as
well as she spoke, "Thank you... so much. You were able to catch him finally." She
cradled a small bundle of blanket up to her face and a baby cooed within, "My precious
little girl... I'll always love you."
Sela looked at Angie, holding out Julianna to the surprised nurse, "Please... take care of
her until Scott comes..." "..." Angie looked at Derek and he nodded, removing his arms
from her form. She stepped towards Sela, taking Julianna into her arms. Sela smiled a
final time and then, Maya fell forward. Phoenix caught her, ready for this and helped her
stand.
"She's gone..." she whispered, clinging to Phoenix's suit. He blinked, "What do you
mean she's gone?" "Sela's gone... I can't feel her presence like Mia," Maya explained,
"It's like she's left to the other side."
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Me: Farewell Sela. Even though you were an OC I made up, nobody deserves what
happens.
Picup: Yeah...
GS: (looks at Me and Picup) Naomi? Not Leslie?
Picup: Uh... her idea!
Me: Nyaro?
World: (crying) Freaking parental block...
Me, Picup and GS: Ouch...
Me: By the way, Donovan, more in-depth, did indeed kill all his victims. And before you
say 9 months interval, I'm just gonna say multiple. Yes, multiple kidnappings and rapes.
Picup: ... Happy Birthday!
Me: 16... I'm an old fogy. T.T
Picup: Oh don't be like that D: You're not that old... You're just a year and two days
older than me:3
Me: T.T That's still old.
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