A/N: I haven't updated in a long time. Sorry, you guys. Hopefully all of my readers will have time for this chapter, despite its content being short of something big.

Prompt 98 : Lies

"Derrick, calm down," Meg whispered, shooting her boss a look.

"I can't," he seethed. He pressed his palms down on the granite counter and agitatedly demanded, "What kind of a facility are you running?"

"Derrick," Meg practically begged.

No, Derrick thought, and rightfully so. He and Meg had been standing for ten minutes in the waiting room without any help in sight. The woman at the desk promised she'd get Dr. Connelly; he wasn't busy today. But neither she or the doctor had shown up. Derrick was beginning to get suspicious.

"Hey," a voice called. The heads turned to see a woman with brown hair. It wasn't the receptionist but someone else. She was dressed in a white coat, so Derrick deduced she was one of the staff members.

"You looked a little upset," she said, "and I was wondering if I could assist you. What's up?"

"Ah, finally. Decent help," Derrick muttered.

"We spoke with the receptionist just some time ago. She told us she would get the doctor we were looking for," Meg told her. "But there's still no sign of either of them."

"Hmm. Usually we're very quick to tend to people's needs," she said, frowning. "I'm Meredith Weller, formerly known as Dr. Weller. I suppose I could find the doctor you're looking for. What's his or her name?"

"Dr. Connelly," Derrick and Meg said simultaneously.

Derrick could not help but notice the lines that appeared across her forehead. It didn't seem possible, but Dr. Weller's frown deepened. He and Meg exchanged a brief look. He'd never seen a doctor react like this before.

"I know of him," Dr. Weller informed them. "He isn't active at all today and there aren't any scheduled surgeries… His room is somewhere here. I'll show you two the way up."

Relief flooded Derrick's system.

"Thank goodness you spotted us," he told her as they made their way to the elevator. "I might've gone into a tantrum sooner or later."

Dr. Weller shrugged her shoulders. "It was no problem. By the way, is this an urgent visit? Or are you friends of Dr. Connelly?"

"Nope," Meg said. Dr. Weller punched in a button on the elevator wall. "Derrick's son stayed here for a while and he wanted to meet up with the doctor who cared for him."

"I worked with Dr. Connelly a couple of times. Maybe I know the patient."

"His name's David Stutler," Derrick mentioned. "He has amnesia. Uncommon, but that's what he has."

"Oh, Stutler? Yes, I did meet him. I actually some him again, right after his first admittance," Dr. Weller said. "When he got those stitches?" She looked at them, not expecting to see worried faces.

"Stitches?" Derrick questioned. "No, my son never mentioned stitches."

"And a first admittance? Are you saying he came in again?" Meg added on. Derrick watched her nose scrunch up in confusion.

Dr. Weller was taking it calmly, although under that mask of calm, Derrick was sure she was just as bewildered.

"He didn't mention his second admittance?" she asked. "That's very strange. I assumed he would inform any close relatives."

"I am his father," Derrick said through gritted teeth. "Why wouldn't he tell me?"

"Derrick, please," Meg interrupted in a soothing voice. "She's trying to help."

The elevator suddenly stopped, but no one got out.

"I'd like to know about his second trip to St. Carina's," he said.

"Just a simple head injury. All it required was stitches. David said he tripped."

"Who was there to sign the papers?" Derrick demanded. "Surely not me. I would have remembered something like this."

"Someone by the name of Balthazar Blake did," she responded quickly. "He told me and Dr. Connelly he was Dave's uncle. This is the same man that brought him in when he was diagnosed with amnesia."

"Balthazar Blake?" Derrick drew the name out slowly, carefully. He knew of the man, and even knew his wife's name. Veronica Blake.

"You must be mistaken," Derrick said. "Balthazar is not my son's uncle. I am not his brother. He is, however, his girlfriend's uncle."

"No, he said himself he was the uncle of David Stutler. He signed away on everything. Was very sympathetic. A nice man," Dr. Weller added.

"Hmm," Derrick said. "That is…incredibly strange."

"It's not my business. You can sort this all out when you leave. But right now, it's time to see Dr. Connelly."

"Finally," Meg said, smiling a bit.

"Brace yourselves," Dr. Weller murmured under her breath.