Chapter 2

Paging Doctor Stiles

[August 23, 8:00 AM Detention Center Questioning Room]

Derek Stiles would've never guessed in a million years that he would find himself in a situation like this. Accused of a crime he didn't commit and has no memory of the day of the murder, much to the dismay of the detectives and police.

"Whaddya mean you don't remember anything!?" shouted Detective Tyrell Badd. Tyrell has been on the force for many years, as his tattered trench coat showed. He was not a man to be trifled with. His large build and intimidating face could make even Arnold Schwarzenegger piss his pants.

"I mean exactly that, I don't remember anything about the time of the murder." repeated Derek. They have been questioning him for hours now and are becoming increasingly frustrated.

Tyrell rubbed his forehead and said, "Well, can you tell me anything you do remember?" Tyrell was used to dealing with tough suspects but he never thought a scrawny guy like Derek would be such a pain in the ass.

"All I remember is I started to feel sleepy before the operation so I decided to take a quick power nap in the break room. But before I knew it, I woke up and it was hours earlier. I'm surprised no one woke me to prep for the operation." said Derek, recalling the events.

"Bullshit." said Tyrell. He pulled the lollipop he had been sucking out of his mouth and crushed it in his hand. "We have video evidence of you performing the operation and stabbing the victim!" It's standard procedure for every operation to be filmed to be reviewed later. The guard standing next to Tyrell pulled a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped it, and handed it to Tyrell, who immediately proceeded to pop it into his mouth.

Derek looked down at the table and said "I really don't know what to say other than that's not me…"

Tyrell decided he had enough and slammed his fist onto the table.

"Listen up, kid! You've been giving us the run around for hours now! I don't believe that shit about you dozing off and some other doctor taking your place. You very clearly used that weird ability of yours in the video! Who else besides you could have done that!?" The air in the questioning room was getting thick. As if it wasn't thick enough already.

"Well, I can think of a couple others who also know how to use the Healing Touch…" said Derek meekly.

"Your God damn finger prints were found on the murder weapon! How much longer do you plan to waste our time!?" Tyrell was practically foaming at the mouth. "I've got enough evidence to put you away for a loooong time. All I need is a confession…"

"If only the Cough-Up Queen were here…" said the guard, dreamily gazing up at the ceiling. "She could get anyone to cough it up! God, I wish she would make me cough it up..."

Tyrell smacks the guard upside the head and said, "Shut up about that Angel Starr broad! She used her tits and played off the fantasies of submissive criminals to get her confessions," he said as he pulled out a mirror from his coat and looked at his reflection, "A real man doesn't need to use cheap tricks like that."

Derek could see from the reflection of the mirror that Tyrell had a piece of what looked like bacon stuck in his teeth, presumably from breakfast earlier. "I really don't know what else to tell you…" he said.

Tryell got right up in Derek's face and said, "How about you tell me why you did it!"

"But I didn't do it!" Derek shot back. Derek felt himself becoming frustrated as well.

Tyrell grabs Derek by his shirt collar and lifts him out of his chair a little. "I've had just about enough you, you little shit! I have evidence, video footage, witness testimony! Tomorrow's trial is going to be the easiest and quickest trial in history! I feel sorry for the sack of shit that has to defend you!" he was screaming so loud now, it felt like the foundations of the building were trembling, "After everything I have on you, you're just gonna sit and tell me you didn't- ARGH!" Tyrell dropped Derek and clenched his chest.

"Detective Badd! Are you okay, sir?" said the guard, leaping to his side. Tyrell shoos him away.

"Get off me! I'm fi- AAIIIIN!" Tyrell props himself on the table, struggling to breath now. Derek already recognized the signs before even Tyrell knew what was happening.

"He's going into cardiac arrest!" yelled Derek. He's seen this happen so many times before, he knew exactly what to do. "You!" he pointed at the guard.

The guard looked left and right to confirm he was the only other person in the room and said, "Me?" while pointing to himself.

"No, Ron Jeremy," Derek sarcastically said, "yes you! Go get my med kit! You and those nice gentlemen from before confiscated it." Derek laid Tyrell onto the table and was now unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yes, sir!" said the guard and ran out lightning quick. Tyrell was trying his best not to show the pain.

"The hell... do you think... you're doing?" he said through strained breaths.

"Saving your life!" said Derek, as he put his hands into position on Tyrell's now exposed chest. "Now how did that song go again?" He began pressing up and down rhythmically on Tyrell's chest. "Stayin' alive, stayin' alive," Derek said under his breath, "man, I hate the Beatles."

"That's the Bee Gees…" corrected Tyrell, "kids these days…" He was slowly losing consciousness. At that moment, the guard came bursting in.

"I found it! I think..." he said, handing the med kit to Derek. He began fumbling around looking for something.

"Ah, here they are!" Derek exclaimed, pulling out the defibrillator. He attached the two suction cup ends to the left and right side of Tyrell chest. "This may sting a little. CLEAR!" The pads delivered an electric shock to Tyrell's nervous system. His body spasmed a little but he was still unconscious. "AGAIN!" shouted Derek, as he delivered yet another shock to Tyrell's system. This time, Tyrell gasped back to life.

"Son of a bitch, that stings!" he shouted as he sprang up.

"Sir! Are you alright?" asked the guard. Derek was looking at some readings on his med kit.

"His vitals still aren't stabilizing!" he said, looking at a monitor that was fluctuating like nobody's business. "We need to operate immediately!"

"What? You're going to perform open heart surgery here? In the questioning room!?" exclaimed the guard.

"It's not ideal but we have no other choice!" said Derek, already prepping for surgery.

"Do whatever you need to, kid." said Tyrell, laying back down on the table.

Derek began pulling out the necessary equipment to operate. "I don't have any anesthetic." he told Tyrell.

"Kid, you don't know the kind of pain I've endured over the years. I can handle it." Tyrell said, like a badass.

"Okay then… here goes." said Derek as he applied the antibacterial gel to the point of incision. Boy I sure wish Angie was here, he thought.

Derek carefully made his incision. He could see Tyrell's heart, beating somewhat erratically. Aside from that, there wasn't anything obviously wrong.

"There must be something hiding here," he said, "Guard! Hand me that ultrasound!"

The guard looked through Derek's bag of goodies. "Uhhhh… is it this thing?" He pulled out the laser.

Derek facepalmed and said "No, that's the laser. The ultrasound is a round looking thing!" God, I reallyyyy wish Angie was here, he thought.

The guard fumbled around some more and pulled out the ultrasound. "This?" he asked.

"Yes! Let me have it!" said Derek. The guard handed it to Derek. He began doing a quick sweep of the area. The ultrasound softly beeped as Derek looked for any anomalies. Finally, he found one. A dark looking shadow in the bottom right corner of Tyrell's heart.

"It looks like he has a tumor of some kind. That's easy enough." said Derek, relieved. Derek used the ultrasound once more to locate the tumor and made an incision on the shadow. The black, hardened tumor revealed itself. Derek began vacuuming the puss around the tumor before he could cut it out. He slid his scalpel around the tumor and removed it from Tyrell's heart with the forceps. He applied a patch to the hole left by the incision and fused it with the antibacterial gel.

"Wow, that stuff is like magic!" said the guard looking over Derek's shoulder.

"Something still isn't right… there may be more." Derek said, doing another sweep with the ultrasound. Lo and behold, he did indeed find more tumors. Three to be exact.

"How does one person have so many tumors on their heart?" asked the guard.

"Probably from all those lollipops," said Derek, starting to remove one of the tumors. "I can't believe dentists still give that stuff to little kids."

Derek successfully removed the first tumor and repeated the process for the second. But the third was a bit more of a bitch to deal with. Derek had also not slept in quite sometime and the stress from the whole, being accused of murder situation, wasn't helping him either. While Derek was cutting the final tumor, his hand slipped and he cut one of the nearby arties!

"Dammit!" exclaimed Derek. Tyrell convulsed a little.

"The hell are you trying to do! Make me your next victim!" gasped Tyrell.

"I will place you under arrest right here and now!" said the guard, now pointing his bully stick at Derek.

"Hang on, I can't fix this," said Derek. Blood was pouring profusely from the cut artery. Derek knew what he had to do.

Okay Derek… deep breathes… focus… Derek began tracing a star in his mind and instantly, the world slowed down around him. His senses had been pushed to their max. Derek suddenly had all the time in the world to fix the bleeding artery. He used the vacuum to clear up the blood. Next, he moved the two ends of the artery closer together and sutured them back up. With the last of his strength, he removed the last tumor and applied a patch. And just like that, Detective Tyrell was going to make it. Derek closed Tyrell back up, and collapsed to the floor.