Resurgam First Care

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Maria Torres along with the other following doctors brought in a single patient on a cart. "This is the only one!" And one who got the most attention- there were seven people to save the single patient. The hospital was empty- the other staff were all at home and any other patients were discharged long ago for the holidays.

"My god..." Esha whispered as Gabriel and herself joined the five others. It was a young blonde- all bruised and cut up and full of lacerations of all sizes. "We can use room A-!" She joined Maria in pushing the cart- the others ran at the sides.

"I'll go ahead and prepare the tools-" Tomoe then vanished from the group.

"This kid either got hit with lots of pottery or tried to kill herself..." Gabriel saw the plenty of clay shards imbedded on the this patient. "This can't be an accident." The 'Master of Deduction' did the easy math by saying, "We need a blood transfusion for this kid...er...I'll get it."

Esha bit her lip- the word 'transfusion' gave her pleasant memories, but now wasn't the time.

Maria explained, "I was told that she jumped- she landed on a curtain and then some pots or something...she's in critical." She turned to the surgeons, "The stuff is all over her."

"This one is like Claire..." Hank noticed one of the arms was broken from the attempt. "I'll need to prepare for an orthopedic operation- the patient has a broken ulna and radius..." He dashed off in a different direction- he'd need his equipment for that procedure.

The surgeons looked at each other- Alicia was tying up her hair seeing that blood was all over the patient. CR-SO1 muttered, "You lead." He received a nod in return.

Operation Room A

"Those shards are in deep- be careful." Maria warned as Alicia went for the forceps. "Dammit- we need stabilizer! Her vitals are too low-!" The paramedic's yell got the Chief and Tomoe in action.

"I know we have the transfusion available- but the antibiotics supply is low." Esha said as she received gel and several syringes of stabilizer. "Where's the idiot with the blood anyway...?" She handed it over to Maria and looked at the doors- no motion.

Dr. Tachibana said she will assist Dr. Cunningham and disappeared in a flash- Maria and the Chief jolted, but the surgeons were focused on the operation.

"We're low on stabilizer and gel- so be careful..." Maria said as she started injecting stabilizer. "Damn, why did it have to be on this day..?"

"We'll just have to use it wisely- I need synthetic membranes ready...!" Dr. Rosellini's words made the Chief scramble. "Dr. Sartre- check to see if the patient does have a broken ulna and radius as Dr. Freebird said..." She continued with the extractions.

CR-SO1 paused treating the lacerations for a moment saw the lower left arm was broken- he determined from the position it was in that the bones in that area have both broken in half and not shattered. "He was right-" He went back to suturing and began applying membranes and gel.

"I'll have the big guy ready-" Esha ran out of the room.

"We're done with the outside lacerations..." Alicia said as the last of wounds have been treated. She turned to the vitals. "I don't think we're done yet..." The number went from fifteen to two. "! Cardiac arrest!"

Maria took only two tries to locate the AED. "Here-!" She threw it to Dr. Sartre.

"Clear-!" Alicia yelled over the screech of the monitor.

"! I'm raising the charge!" The surgeon repositioned the AED for the second try.

"We can't lose her now..." Dr. Rosellini then shouted 'clear.'

"We got a pulse-" CR-SO1 chucked the AED back to Maria. "Do we have any more stabilizer-?" The vitals were at a low twelve. "And where's the transfusion...?"

The paramedic began injecting stabilizer after returning the AED and raised the vitals to thirty. "Dammit...what's taking them so long...?" With Tomoe, the transfusion should be found in an instant.

Alicia then said, "Forget about them-! We still have to treat the internal injuries!" She got the gel. "I think her ribs may be broken...!" The other surgeon joined her with those words- he made the opening incision with the scalpel.

Tomoe then appeared beside Maria with the transfusion. "Here it is-!" She and Dr. Torres quickly began working on it- the vitals were then back up to the forties.

"These are in deep as well..." Alicia noted- there were only a four pieces broken, but they all pierced the lungs. Quickly extracting the ribs and placing them back on the rib cage, the surgeons were near done with their half of the procedure.

"I'll send Hank in-!" Dr. Tachibana disappeared and moments later the orthopedic surgeon entered the room with his tools and plates. Dr. Torres helped Hank with some carrying and setting up.

"I'm here-" Hank waited a minute or so for the surgeons to finish and step aside. He took a scalpel and sighed, "This will be a long night..." He then informed after making the incision, "This isn't as severe as I thought...but since this is small..." He gently moved the bones back together and called for his drill, which the paramedic handed over after a warning of 'be careful.'

The surgeon began returning the surgical tools from the previous half of the procedure, then decided not to leave until the procedure was finished and the patient was stable.

Outside O.R.

Later

CR-SO1 and Alicia were first to exit since Maria had to transport the patient and Hank had to clean up. Chief Patel went in the O.R. after telling them that she got some of the night shift staff to come over.

"So the patient is well...?" Tomoe asked as Gabriel turned away from the small group. She always was the one to worry for the others.

Alicia replied with a nod and the other surgeon with a 'yeah.'

"Time for us to head home-" Dr. Cunningham yawned- both from the late hour and his search for the transfusion. "Esha said we could leave soon as this one was taken care of- so...night." The diagnostician was in no mood to go out tonight. He slowly went down in the direction of his office. "Great...Now I have to take a long walk..." There was no way he's gonna run just to get his stuff and then face another long walk to the garage for his car...

"Still... why did the patient attempt suicide? Dr. Cunningham told me that was the case..." Dr. Tachibana asked as she and the surgeons watched Gabriel walking down the hall. "I find it hard to believe anyone would attempt so on a holiday like this..."

Before they could reply, Maria and Esha came out of the O.R. with the patient on a cart. Dr. Torres heard the endoscopic surgeon's words and grumbled, "Yeah- I'm gonna have to get an answer out of her later..."

"Huh? You three still here..? Didn't you hear what I said earlier..?" Esha asked as Maria went on rolling the cart down the hall.

Dr. Freebird was last to leave with his tools in hand and assured, "The patient should be fine tonight...We can all rest easy..." He walked down the same hall and said 'good night' to the others.

Dr. Tachibana gave her goodbyes and took a few steps then disappeared without a trace, meanwhile Chief Patel said a simple 'later' to the surgeons.

"Chief...?"

"Huh? What? Don't ask me for a raise or anything...I'm beat." Esha moaned as she turned around. Of course it was the girl doing the talking.

Another groan and accusation of that subject made Alicia wonder exactly who asked her that so much...Gabriel? "...I would be grateful if you could find some records on this patient..." Signs of depression would be useful information.

"You want that?" Chief Patel tilted her head. "You were in charge of the procedure...so- Yeah, I'll have the papers for you." She began walking down the hall, repeating her farewell of 'later' to the kids.

"Why would you want records..?" CR-SO1 sounded tired but slightly curious.

"I guess I'm supposed to watch her...Part of the job." Alicia paused as she recalled Maria's words. "But...I think she's going to have more visitors than we think..." She shrugged, hating to think of the results of the constant questioning. "But she'll be out for a few days..." She continued on with a different subject, "So... We better get ready to leave...it's pretty late."

Days Later

Conference Room

Another boring workday before the New Year. And a plain morning conference to boot.

Maria Torres left in a hurry, groaning about her impatience for that Christmas Day patient to wake up- so she can get some answers. Hank and Tomoe weren't as showing for their interest to do the same, but spoke words of concern as they left. Gabriel cared less and exited with an unlit cigarette and his trusted coffee. Chief Patel told the surgeons to stay behind.

Esha picked up a file from the desk and dumped some papers into Alicia's hands. "Sorry I didn't give you this earlier, kid... somehow it took longer to find it..." At least this was better than giving a raise- she liked quiet docs that did their job well and didn't care to work extra. Mainly the quiet part.

"This says she's twenty-four years old..." Dr. Rosellini kept reading after sorting the sheets, "Name's Sara Pleur... no family left to contact." An oddly similar record.

Dr. Sartre noticed the word 'depression' on the sheets before the other doctor mumbled about it.

Esha dusted off her hands and reached for her other files. "Well, I took care of that part." Her high heels stomped on the tiles as she walked up to the door. "You can knock some sense into her once she gets up, but don't overdo it- I hear this kid's rich... so I need her to be able to write the check." Hopefully that paramedic doesn't grill the patient too hard with her questions. "Oh- one more thing..." She glanced at the two kids for a moment.

"What is it..?" Dr. Rosellini never enjoyed hearing open-ended statements.

"You two know New Year's coming right?" The Chief sounded more demanding than her usual tone.

The surgeons nodded- expecting something like 'do you mind working on that day.' Esha was giving them a good glare- meaning something was up.

Esha sighed hopelessly. "Come on-!" She turned away and admitted, "You two are off early on that last day." Even though these guys didn't care and maybe not really appreciate her little gift, they need a life. "Get some sleep or somethin'..."

"Oh." Dr. Rosellini was somewhat surprised at the generosity she was shown- every knew they worked harder than most and with no rewards. And the Chief usually took advantage of that. "Thank you."

"Uh-huh." Chief Patel took in the gratitude and walked out of the room.

Two Days Before New Year Begins

Ms. Pleur's Room

Dr. Rosellini let out a sigh before she entered the room- the Chief only told her and Dr. Sartre the patient was up, so she'd get the chance to talk first...and possibly warn her of the coming interrogations. Entering the room as causally as possible, she gave her short introduction to the blonde sitting up with a cast on her left arm.

Sara had sky-blue eyes and looked younger and more beautiful than was what given in the pictures and data. She immediately snapped, "Are you the one who saved me? Couldn't you tell it was a waste of time?" Her bitter words left the doctor on the edge. "I'm not going to spend any more money on this hospital- so hurry and kick me out."

Alicia reminded of herself and Joshua's mother. "I'm going to insist that you stay- and if you rather not pay the bills, I'll take care of it." She could only answer back seriously rather than nicely.

The patient looked to the side. This doctor wasn't letting her off the hook- but paying for the stay was...rare. "Humph."

Rather unfriendly, this patient. Dr. Rosellini closed her eyes and asked, "Can you tell me why you went this far..?" She sighed and asked, "Others will be coming in and asking the same."

Sara glanced back at her 'savior.' This doc seemed rather light on the question- it's the same as telling her she rather not know the answer. "I'm not in the mood to give an answer."

Expected. It's not that she was hoping to get one anyways- the patient seemed more cold than she thought. "I see." Alicia turned around and began heading back to the door. "Sorry for bothering you then." At least the walk to her office won't take long.

"Wait-" The patient blurted out. She sensed this doc was the type to that could keep secrets- soft voice, pleasant look... "I'll tell- as long as you don't go spilling."

Dr. Rosellini turned her head to the side and wondered where the change of heart was from. "I won't." She waited for the patient's answer.

"I.." Sara bit her lip and muttered out, "Got dumped."

There was a silence.

"That...was all..?" This seemed to be a rather sad excuse to go jumping of a rooftop on Christmas.

"Pathetic...huh?" Sara lowered her eyes and spoke, "It was that bad...I guess."

'I guess?' There's no way the others can take that with out objecting- even herself. Alicia turned around and sighed, "That was no reason to suicide." That excuse compared to her own grievances was nothing.

"I gave you what you wanted, now leave me alone." Okay- that may have been a bad idea, the doc looked like she was going to snitch.

Before another word was said from the two women- Maria slammed open the doors furiously and shouted, "Alright! Start explaining-!" Her voice lowered as she noticed there was already another visitor. "Alicia...? Looks like you beat me to it."

Dr. Rosellini walked past the paramedic and informed, "I couldn't get her to explain. I'm leaving."

Both the paramedic and patient were surprised- Maria was because she never really saw Alicia give up as fast, and Sara because lying was not part of the deal.

Dr. Torres was able to ask, "What's up with you..?" She thought the kid would be in this with her.

"It's...personal." Alicia received a confused mutter of 'okay then' from the paramedic. "Oh- and Ms. Pleur- your injuries will only keep you here for a few days."

The patient could only give an 'oh' hearing the news- her mind was elsewhere.

Dr. Rosellini's Office

Dr. Sartre was returning from his only appointed operation for the day and stopped by to say, "I heard most visited...and failed to get an explanation." Dr. Freebird told him prior to the procedure and he heard Maria and Tomoe talking about it in the halls.

"You think I would know...?" Dr. Rosellini sighed- getting a feeling the surgeon somehow guessed she knew. "She's just an average young adult facing harsh realities." She then pointed to the top of the shelf- where laid a large brown bag. "Tomoe delivered lunch again. Help yourself."

CR-SO1 reluctantly took one meal sack- he wasn't entirely sure if she knew or not of the reason behind the attempted suicide, but she seemed to be rather...tensed up about it.

"And I'm going to have to deliver that patient her lunch before then...Tomoe told me she will have her butler buy the meals and send them to us that day- she'll be busy at that time with another appointment." Alicia said as surgeon prepared to leave.

Dr. Sartre stayed silent and only stopped once at the doorway to ask, "Anything else?"

"Tomorrow we're allowed to leave at one o' clock." The girl stacked up her paperwork and then glanced out the window. "And by the way the Chief told me...she meant for us not to stay overtime." She looked to her departing visitor and saw a nod in agreement.

Ms. Pleur's Room

12 Hours 10 Minutes Until New Year

Another glare from the blonde as Dr. Rosellini entered sent a chill down her spine- to see the patient furious wasn't a technically a goal for the doctor. Alicia stated, "Here's your lunch..." She quickly placed the sack on the bed and went to the exit.

"So now you have to get me food...?" Sara's previous expression turned into a grin.

The doctor flinched and muttered, "I really don't have much to do today anyway..." Actually, that was quite true- she had no idea what to do with the surgeon after their shifts end.

"Oh, really..." The patient's grin turned bright as she asked, "Then do you mind telling me what you meant by 'it's personal?'"

"!" Was she referring to the small similarity of how their first loves were broken? "...I...it's a long story..." And one that no regular person could understand.

"Well, you said you had nothing else to do." Sara countered the excuse effectively. "I'll listen and keep my mouth shut."

Dr. Rosellini realized her situation and lowered her eyes. "(I'm...just going to have to make it as reasonable as possible.) Very well, then..."

Sara opened her sack meal and ate while the doctor was giving her 'long' story.

Alicia avoided the subjects of 'government,' 'age,' and 'viruses' in her summary. If the patient heard about those, she'll think the doctor was the one that needed help- so she emphasized the 'breaking up' and 'husband dying' part.

10 Hours 55 Minutes Before The New Year

Ms. Pleur's Room

Hearing the story-teller pausing many times throughout the tale of tragedy gave the listener this final conclusion, "Sad...actually...worse." Sara tossed the finished lunch onto a empty chair for the nurses later. "Surprised you're still alive." She skeptically looked at the doctor and questioned, "Is it the money?"

Alicia was sitting in another chair and shook her head and strongly denied, "Not at all!" She cared less of her wealth- she was more concerned of where it came from.

"Thought so..." The fact that this doctor was willing to pay for her stay makes much more sense. "Than that only means..."

The opening of the door interrupted the patient. CR-SO1 took only two steps inside the room; he then reminded, "It's time to leave..."

Dr. Rosellini looked at the clock directly above the patient's bed. "Oh- it is..." It was already almost ten minutes past their shift- but what was more surprising was how the surgeon remembered and him knowing where the patient's room was. "Excuse me..." She stood up from the chair and began walking towards the door as the surgeon exited into the hall.

"A friend of yours?" Sara asked as Alicia was still walking. "A brother?" The hair color was different, but the eyes were unmistakable.

"(Do we really look like siblings?) The first." The doctor paused expecting something else to come out of the patient's mouth.

"...I see why you're not dead yet..." Sara had a dark smile on her face as she looked to the side.

Alicia had her hands out and stuttered at her reply, "It...isn't like that-!" Now she regretted telling her side of the story- maybe the patient noticed her struggling too much. She wasn't being hesitant- just was trying to figure out what to say. "He's a co-worker..."

"That's...quite a reaction..." Sara couldn't tell if there was blushing evident from the girl. "Maybe I'll reconsider..."

"Please do..." Dr. Rosellini muttered as the surgeon entered again.

"What's taking so long..?" CR-SO1 always thought Alicia as the hasty one...how ironic that he's now the one rushing.

"Sorry-" The girl looked at the blonde and noted, "Anyways... -"

"You can call me Sara- you've earned it." That's the least she can do for her fellow depressed female, especially for the interesting soap opera.

"Sara...you'll be discharged at latest three days...earliest is tomorrow afternoon."

The patient smirked. "Tomorrow, huh? What a resolution." She looked at the two doctors and uttered, "Have fun, docs." That sounded like an insult to Alicia, who lowered her head in vain hearing the patient mocking her.

Dr. Sartre glanced at the two women- one laughing, the other frustrated. "...May we leave...?"

"Yeah- Goodbye then..." Alicia said to the patient as she went ahead of the surgeon. She wasn't sure if she made a friend or was being teased in front of others.

Resurgam First Care Garage

10 Hours 37 Minutes Before The New Year

"We have plenty of time before it begins..." Dr. Rosellini said as she sat in the driver's seat wondering where to go and what to do. She went to the passenger for ideas, "Anything you want to make up before the new year starts..?" She joked, knowing the surgeon- he'd never will be able to satisfy any of her questions without a pause or two.

"Nothing in mind." CR-SO1 looked away, wishing he brought something to distract him other than the driver, who was turning on the engines.

"Hah. It's been a long time for you, right?" Alicia said, looking at the mirrors as she was backing up. "I mean, out of prison." Even if some think he still acts like an prisoner in his office.

"I'd assume so..." It's been many months. "...And your point?"

"It was a decade, so I'd say you don't know much about Portland..." Alicia sighed and then whispered to herself, "At least I know a tiny bit more..." But her knowledge of the city was nothing compared to the other staff- especially Maria's.

"...But..." Dr. Sartre couldn't find much to object with. "I..."

The vehicle entered the road- it was snowing, but not heavily.

"Just answer this..." Alicia glanced at the surgeon, who trailed off at his response. "Did Albert ever actually take you around town...?"

"Not...that I recall..."

The driver had a smile and said, "Really..? If only you stayed with him longer, he'd eventually..." She let out a breath and corrected herself, "Maybe it's the amnesia, I'm positive he'd..."

CR-SO1 stared at Alicia; she was arguing with herself. "The professor..?" He then realized he didn't ask much about how they met. "What did you two-"

"Nevermind- I know the place...if you don't remember, I'll just have to take you there myself." Dr. Rosellini decided. "And today just happens to be coincidental..." She then turned to the surgeon, who was still expressionless but had a confused silence. "Hey-don't look me like that...!" Alicia hated seeing the other doctor giving her no support. "It's a holiday...So we have to-"

"Enjoy it..?" The passenger sighed.

"Don't tell me you are against the idea..." Though 'against' was a bit too strong of a word, that was the only way she could describe it. "And besides...I'm saving the trip til later tonight..."

Dr. Sartre muttered solemnly, "...You're the one driving..." He looked away from Dr. Rosellini and continued to a different subject, "And before then?"

"Uh..." Alicia sighed at herself. "I haven't thought about that...nor dinner..."

The surgeon kept his face away- completely expecting such an answer.

"But...We could go downtown...?"

"And our status..?"

The driver braked on a red light and said, "I think we're allowed to have our resolutions made. Even ex-convicts and...whatever I would be considered." She smiled even though the passenger wasn't watching and assured, "They're too eager to notice us anyhow..."

CR-SO1 turned and looked at the girl- but she was back to her task of driving.

C.I.F.M.

Dr. Kimishima's Office

6 Hours 53 Minutes Before The New Year

"Look, Naomi! It's snowing! It's really pretty, too!" Alyssa cried as she had her face to the window. She happily glimpsed at her mother, who was at her desk finishing up work documents.

"Yes, yes...don't go outside, Alyssa..." The medical examiner mumbled. She had to keep Alyssa today because she knew no one else can keep her satisfied on the holidays.

"Aw..." The child was getting all dressed up for nothing. "But we're going home soon, right?"

Naomi stood up and said, "Of course..." She sorted her stack. "We'll have dinner out tonight...alright?" She received a 'but I want you to cook' from Alyssa as she checked the time and decided to turn off her computer. She took hold of the mouse than heard a voice yell out of the monitor.

"Dr. Kimishima!"

Alyssa and Naomi jumped. "Was that Mr. Navel..?" "Little Guy- what is the meaning of this?" Obviously the shout was too sudden for them to take.

"I know this is a bad time, but-"

"Calm down, what happened?" Naomi spoke sternly though the microphone. She waved Alyssa out of the office- the child nodded and slowly followed the directions, with a hint of disappointment on her face.

"The FBI gave us a big one-"

"What are you saying?"

The agent cleared his throat. "They assume we're dealing with a serial killer- there were a total of four incidents, all with four victims."

"Why hand it to us?"

"There's zero evidence, zero traces...just corpses..."

Sounds like another one of the Raging Bomber cases. "Can you wait later?" Naomi saw Alyssa's head peeking out from the door.

"...Come tomorrow...The corpses will arrive then..." The line was hung up and the agent's icon faded.

Portland State Park

4 Minutes Until New Year

After a long night drive, Alicia pulled up onto a single spot in a crowded street. She led the surgeon up to a hill high above the crowds in the center of the park.

CR-SO1 stood and saw the girl sit on a bench and overlooking the people below- all seem to be awaiting something. "Here...?"

"This is my second time- no one ever thinks of coming up here..." She smiled and said, "Almost time..."

"For what?" The surgeon looked at the park lights and numerous faint glows from the crowds- cheers were heard from the people as well. "(It this some kind of New Year festivity..?)"

Dr. Rosellini laughed as she commented the look on the other doctor's face. "That's how I reacted when he said that..." It was uncertain expression.

"You mean-" The surgeon turned around, hearing a countdown from below. He heard the last three numbers clearly: 3, 2, and 1. He expected a large wave of cheers but was overwhelmed by something else- fireworks.

"Stop looking all surprised...it's the beginning of a new year..." Alicia said as she closed her eyes and leaned back.

"The Professor took you here..?" CR-SO1 said over the loud fireworks. He had no returning memories with the scene, but the girl seemed to.

"Once. We met only so many times but got along like old friends..." Alicia answered casually. "Actually...that time...was one of the last meetings." Her smile became light after those words. "We should go back- we work early tomorrow." She stood up, glanced back once at the show, then led the other doctor back to the car.


...Short, I guess. I omitted a bit on the last part because...it sounded...(insert vague adjective here)..?

I'm now back on a busy school week like everyone else out there...*sigh*

But you guys do see what's coming...right?