(And now, after bringing several veterans(and some people who are new to my review list) to tears... the final chapter!

I just have three comments... Alexa. Really, I can't thank you enough for reviewing all the chapters of all my TC stories. However, if people had really needed to know that yon was the preferred way to say four, I would have told them. But it wasn't relevant; hence, it was left out.

Second comment- in the beginning, Greg is being uber-supportive. Don't you wish you had a brother like Greg?

The third comment... no. I'll save the third comment for the end, otherwise this chapter will never get finished. My third comment is a full-blown RANT.

Characters © Nintendo

GUILT(Gangliated Utrophin Immuno Latency Toxin © Nintendo)

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New Beginnings

Chapter Five- Life Goes On

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The funeral was short; he heard so many reactions from family, friends...

"You have my condolences, Mr. Kasal..."

"It's a shame, isn't it? She died so young... and so suddenly..."

"Well, maybe if you had been home more often, she wouldn't have gotten to that point... they could have cured her. Did you ever think of that, Sidney? If you hadn't been so negligent--"

"He took perfectly good care of her. Now shut up and show some respect for those who are grieving."

Sidney didn't know it was possible for him to be so thankful that Greg was his twin; he had protected Sidney from the painful memories of Victoria's sudden death, led him to conversations that were focused on happier times, and effectively silenced the people who were eager to blame.

It was Greg who had comforted Sidney in his darkest hour; it was him that reminded the widower that his wife would have told him to be strong.

And it was Greg that stayed by Sidney's side, even after everyone else had left.

"You didn't have to do this for me," Sidney stated softly, watching the sun dip below the horizon as they stood in front of Victoria's gravestone. "You could have left with everyone else."

"I could have," Greg admitted. "And I could have let you go and try to blame yourself for something that you didn't do. ...but then again, I couldn't do that. What kind of brother would I be? I'm not leaving you on your own... not now. Not when you need someone the most."

"...thank you, Greg."

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He had figured that Sidney would go through this phase- refusing to crawl out of bed unless someone called him.

So, at seven thirty in the morning, Greg would call his brother, telling Sidney that it was time for him to get up. The response was always a tired, and usually sullen, mutter of protest, but Sidney always thanked Greg for checking on him.

For seven days this happened.

On the eighth, Sidney called Greg at seven twenty-nine.

"Hello, Greg. Are you awake yet?"

"Sidney? Are you alright?"

"As alright as I can get, considering the circumstances..." Sidney sighed as he made a pot of coffee. "I got fired a few days ago."

"What for?!"

"My ex-boss was infuriated with my 'exponential decrease in productivity,' and just lost it," Sidney muttered. "I really don't care. I was going to quit today, anyways..."

"You were? Why... if it's okay to ask?"

"...I'm going to go into medicine," Sidney spoke, his voice serious. "I have to... to make sure that nobody... that nobody has to suffer... like Victoria did."

It was the first time he had used her name since before the funeral.

"...Sidney."

"I'm going to make sure that whatever... that whatever it was that killed her..."

Sidney paused.

"...that nobody has to suffer from that again."

There was silence.

"Well, Sidney..." Greg finally spoke, a smile playing at his lips, "I guess it's a good thing for you that I heard... an interesting rumor."

"..like what?" Sidney asked, curious.

"Well, it seems as though isolated instances of that disease have been showing up around the country... Richard Anderson, the Secretary of Health and Head Director of Caduceus, is trying to get the researchers to find a cure."

"Really?"

"However the Director of US Operations, a Mr. Hans Zajac, refused to devote research funding to find a cure- something about how it would 'never develop to a full scale outbreak.' ...he was tossed out of office faster than you can say Asclepius."

"...so there's a job opening," Sidney realized what Greg was getting at. "At the forefront of modern medicine, no less..."

"Last I heard, they were still looking for someone to take the offer," Greg continued. "I've heard the interview is... impossible. That Mr. Anderson was... incredibly selective as to who gets the job."

"...impossible, you say."

"You really shouldn't do it, Sidney..."

"Now you're taunting me? Hmph. ...I have to go, Greg; I need to get ready for my interview."

He hung up.

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Seven years.

So much had happened in seven years.

After a particularly stressful day at Caduceus, Director Sidney Kasal was driving home, lost in thought.

Three years ago, they had found a name for the illness that had claimed his wife- Gangliated Utrophin Immuno Latency Toxin. He had smiled grimly when he first heard it; GUILT was an appropriate name... so perfectly describing what he had felt when he realized there was nothing he could do to save her.

He made a right turn onto a side street.

Even now, after all the research they had been doing, they could just barely treat one strain of GUILT... but the operation would be so tiring on the body, the patients would die shortly thereafter. And the strain that had taken Victoria, that now threatened to claim the younger sister of Tyler Chase... there was no treatment.

Yet.

Sidney pulled into the driveway of his house.

His cell phone rang; he answered it quickly.

"Hello, this is Director Kasal."

"Hey, Sidney."

Sidney smiled briefly as he entered his home.

"Hello, Greg. What's up?"

"Not much... just making sure that you're doing alright... especially since... it's the day."

"...yes. It is."

Sidney went to the kitchen to get a soda.

"I... I still haven't fully recovered from that," Sidney admitted. "And sometimes, I don't think I ever will. But... if I keep trying to help others... that's what would have probably made her happy. That I didn't give up. So... I can't afford to wallow in misery."

Greg chuckled lightly.

"It's good to know that you're doing alright, Sidney. While I've got you on the phone... I dropped off a file for you at Caduceus, and a blood sample of one of our recent patients... I need you to look at it tomorrow. We need test results."

"Alright. I'll see you later, Greg."

He hung up.

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"Hey, Chief, I've got the results back for this Reid girl. ...the Chiral Reaction's positive."

"Thank you, Victor. Did you do the-"

"Course I did. G1-R. ...what did that letter call it, Kyriaki?"

"Yes. Alright, thank you, Victor. You can dispose of the sample... carefully."

"Yeah, I know. Don't want to be spreading that stuff around.."

As Victor Niguel left Sidney's office, Sidney picked up his pen.

"Chiral Reaction... positive..." Sidney muttered, quickly writing on the form. "GUILT confirmed... Spectral Analysis... G1-R. I wonder what's going to happen to this girl..."

Sidney decided to look through the small pile of papers that Greg had left for him. Maybe the answer was there--

...a DVD? And a letter of recommendation...

Sidney carefully pulled out the letter.

Name: Derek Stiles

Age: 26

Occupation: Surgeon (Hope Hospital; Angeles Bay area)

Reasons for Recommendation: Skilled at operating under tense situations. Has the Healing Touch. Able to operate successfully on Linda Reid(suspected GUILT victim); patient is recovering nicely with no signs of complications.

Comments: DVD of Reid operation included.

Name of Recommender: Gregory E. Kasal

Greg's signature was scrawled next to his name.

"Able to operate successfully against GUILT...?" Sidney murmured as he picked up the DVD. After thinking briefly, he decided to insert the disc into his laptop. "I need to see this..."

What he saw was amazing. How the hell did he move so fast...?! And Greg was right... after the operation, there was no mad panic to try and stabilize the patient...

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Greg stopped by Caduceus on his way home from work that evening, as Sidney had requested earlier that morning. His brother was waiting for him in the main lobby.

He picked up the file that he had dropped off the day before. As he scanned through the papers, Greg noticed an extra letter... with Caduceus USA as its heading, and Dr. Derek Stiles as the recipient.

Greg smiled.

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(End chapter five.

And now we have a better, albeit completely made up, understanding of the Kasal's, more specifically Sidney's, past!

And now, rant time.

I received a review from an anonymous reviewer.

Don't even bother looking for it... because I deleted it. Why, you ask?

Because of the rudeness of the person's question.

My readers, I really don't care if you ramble on and say pointless things- in fact, I like it. It makes my extremely normal day a little more surreal. However, the one thing that will guarantee my unadulterated rage is if you demand, in the form of a question, that I do something.

"But can we have some CybilGregservice around here now?", as the person put it, is a surefire way to put a halt to ANY GregxCybil fics I may be writing. ESPECIALLY after a chapter like chapter four... if that's all you can say about it, then don't even say anything. ANYTHING!

And with that off my chest... for the people who have read and reviewed from the beginning, I thank you! I thank you for putting up with my rants and my horrible butchering of the Japanese culture, and for telling me what you felt in the moments of drama!

And for all of you who are wondering what strange works of fiction may spout forth from my keyboard next, check my profile; at the bottom will be a list of stories that are done, in progress, or will being coming soon to a Trauma Center category near you!

DAMN these notes are almost longer than the chapter itself! Please review!)