(May I advise you all to never leave your writing notebooks at school. It was horrible; I had this chapter written yesterday, but I can't post it if I don't know what I wrote, can I?

And as of now, I'm writing the dramatic chapter that happens before the chapter that's actually the reason that I wrote this fic to begin with. That's right; I wrote this story for one chapter.

I had fun writing the other chapters though, so s'all good.

Oh wow, I'm tired. Is this what it feels like to actually have done homework for once?

Oh, and MoonCat- I can empathize with you. I've had a lot of family members die...

That's not a good thing, is it?

Let's begin.

Victor, Tyler, Leslie, Dr. Clarks, Dr. Owen(damn troll-baby) © Nintendo

Dr. Stannis © TCGeek

Rylee, Erika, Alexander, cabbie © Me)

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Days of the Phoenix

Chapter Seven- Emergencies

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"You're fuckingkidding me."

"I wish, Victor."

The four adults and two children were gathered in the living room.

"An outbreak of disease...?" Tyler spoke, his brown eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yep," Rylee nodded, her face devoid of happiness. "And the people who are infected... well, let's just say that they're nice and important to our cause."

"...they're trying to wipe us out?!" Leslie realized.

"Everyone that's been infected is a high-ranking person who's on our side."

"So what do we do?" Victor queried.

"Dr. Stannis just called," Rylee informed. "They have the sick people in havens, and emergency operating teams are being organized. Tyler, Leslie-- you're an emergency team for the Halsted and Evanston haven."

"Right-- we're going now."

Husband and wife left together.

"Victor, you're helping the researchers on Addison and Ogden."

"Got it." Victor also left.

"You two," Rylee finally turned to face the children, "are with me. We're delivery people."

"Whuzzat mean?" Erika inquired, her amber eyes staring at the brunette, shining with curiosity.

"It means that when the operators find out what medicine they need, we run out and get it from the lab and give it to the emergency teams. It also means that you two have to listen to me, keep your cell phones on, and do exactly what I say. Alright?"

"Yes, Miss Rylee."

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"Dr. Clarks, we have all the equipment ready."

"Alright then..."

Dr. Stephen Clarks snapped on a pair of surgical gloves.

His dark brown hair and beard were streaked with grey, but his brown eyes shone with life.

At the tender young age of fifty-five, he figured that he still had enough energy left in him to defy this system of oppression.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

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"I hope this doesn't end up like last time..."

"Last time? What do you mean, Les?"

Leslie fidgeted as Tyler cut into the patient's large abdomen.

"Last time I was so directly involved with a life-saving operation..." she began softly, "...it was the one that got Derek, Angie, Dr. Kasal and the Chief in trouble..."

Tyler put down his scalpel just long enough to place a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder.

"Les... it's okay," the blonde man spoke gently. "Nothing's going to happen to us... and we're doing this for them. Wherever they are... they'll be watching over us. 'Cuz you know Derek would never forgive us if we got caught."

A small chuckle escaped Leslie's lips.

"Alright, Tyler. I believe you."

Tyler refocused on the patient, spreading the incision he had made...

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"We're getting calls from almost everyone--"

"What do they need?" Victor cut off the young, nervous researcher. "Get to the point-- what are the patients infected with?"

"They have no idea-- everyone's saying that the patients have spontaneously forming lacerations on the organs-- no identifiable cause. And whenever they suture the wounds, new cuts form..."

Victor let out a grim smile.

This is the second time that my research is used against me... won't they ever learn?

"Tell them all to keep suturing. Then gather all the researchers here. Emergency meeting!"

"Yes, Dr. Niguel!"

Victor let himself become temporarily lost in a moment of nostalgia.

This better have a happier ending than last time.

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Rylee's cell phone began to ring.

"Hello, this is Audrey."

"We need you to get this medicine to the emergency teams. It's to be injected into the affected organs."

"Got it. Thanks, Victor."

She hung up.

"C'mon, Alex, Erika-- let's go."

The three people piled into the last car parked in the driveway.

"When we get there, this is what you'll need to do..."

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"Dr. Owen, she's arrived with the medicine."

"Ah... excellent. Would you please take over for a little while? I want to meed the legendary lost daughter..."

"Of course."

Dr. Owen left the operating room--

"Ah... you must be Rylee Kasal."

Rylee smiled, shaking the shorter man's hand briefly before handing him a small bag of vials filled with a purple fluid.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Oh, please- the pleasure is mine. I've heard much about you..."

"None of it good, I'm sure. The medicine is to be injected into the infected organs... good luck with your patients, Dr. Owen."

"Of course- be safe, Rylee. You can never be too careful in times like this."

How many times have I heard that, now...?

"Good-bye, Dr. Owen."

Rylee left...

She couldn't shake that uneasy chill that crept up her spine.

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Alex and Erika hopped into the cab, Erika's backpack filled with the medicine, hidden underneath a layer of crumpled papers.

"You kids are a little young to be riding in cabs alone, aren't you?" the cabbie asked.

"Mom told us to take a cab," Erika replied. "It's an emergency, she said."

"How you gonna pay? She give you money?"

"She said to put it on my uncle's bill," Alex retorted.

The cabbie laughed.

"Where's Miss Rylee sendin' you two?"

"We have to give stuff to all the North Side havens, she said," Erika informed, clutching her backpack after buckling her seatbelt. "She said to start at Damen and go south from there."

"Alright then; hold onto that bag-- it's gonna be a bumpy ride."

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"This patient's good to go..."

Dr. Clarks placed the bandage over the final sutured wound, onto the patient's chest.

"Let's get the next patient in here."

"Yes, Dr. Clarks."

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"Dr. Niguel, we're getting new calls; some of the doctors have finished treating their patients- so far, no deaths."

"Of course there aren't any," Victor couldn't help but grin. "I made the cure; did they really think that anyone would die if I was involved?"

"Not for a moment, Dr. Niguel. But perhaps you'll want to call Miss Kasal now, and let her know?"

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"Audrey here."

"Most of the doctors are done operating. You can stop running around now."

"Good. See you at home, Victor."

Rylee hung up.

A small smile played at her lips as she called Erika.

"...Erika? Uncle Victor called me-- you and Alex need to come home now. ...you'll see your mom and dad when they get home. ...alright. Bye, Erika. I'll see you when you get home."

The crisis had been averted.

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(End chapter seven.

Whoosh! Lots of action, and we finally see Dr. Clarks!

And that evil demon troll-baby. You would worry about a guy working in the medical field when he has red eyes, wouldn't you?

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