(I'm on a roll!

The musical reference I was speaking of- Minutes to Midnight is the name of Linkin Park's new album.

Nothing too exciting this chapter... next chapter is where the real fun starts!

Also, Alexa brings up an excellent point. In Second Opinion, Derek DOES get GUILT, which in effect makes him immune to normal GUILT.

KEY WORD: NORMAL.

Tee hee hee.

Characters © Nintendo

GUILT(Gangliated Utrophin Immuno Latency Toxin) © Nintendo

--------

Perfect Death

Chapter Two- Triti: The Second Day

--------

Mozart's Fortieth Symphony pulled Derek back into the realm of reality, chirping incessantly from his pants pocket. Groaning, he slowly fumbled for the source of the noise, eventually pulling out his cellphone.

"Hello..." he groaned weakly.

"Dr. Stiles! Where are you?! It's already eleven fifteen!"

Eleven fifteen... what was so important about eleven fiftee-

...oh, shit. It was that late already?! He was going to be late for work!

"Derek, if you're not here soon, we're going to be late!!"

Angie had always had a talent for stating the obvious.

"Okay... okay... I'll be there soon, Ang..." Derek muttered before pulling his phone away from his ear and turning it off.

For a full two minutes he did not get up. His chest still burned with pain, almost to the point where he couldn't breathe. His head also ached, a dull throbbing sensation, focused mostly near his right temple.

Eventually, he pulled himself up off the floor, slowly getting to his feet. He straightened his glasses, which had somehow never left his face, as he exited the bathroom. Changing into a clean set of scrubs, he left his apartment, mentally preparing himself for Angie's wrath.

When he arrived at her house fifteen minutes later, she was ready to read him the riot act. But once she caught a glimpse of him, her anger was replaced by shock and worry.

"Dr. Stiles! What... what happened to you?!"

"...huh..?"

"Did you treat that wound?! No, it doesn't look like it... come in, come IN!"

Angie forcefully dragged Derek into her humble home. As he was being pulled towards the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in one of the many hallway mirrors.

A long, bloody gash, still slightly oozing blood, graced Derek's face. It started near his right ear and went all the way up to his temple.

Well, that explained his killer headache...

"Sit, Angie commanded as she grabbed a washcloth and a large bottle of hydrogen peroxide. As Derek took a seat on the covered throne, the blonde nurse poured some of the peroxide onto the cloth, then pressing it against the cut. Derek didn't flinch as the peroxide ate away at the bacteria- he couldn't feel the pain, not through the agony he was already in.

"What happened to you, Derek?" Angie's voice was soft, almost fearful. "Why didn't you tell me you were injured...?"

"Because... I didn't know," Derek sighed, his eyes looking past Angie, at one of the off-white walls. "I think... I think I passed out last night... in the bathroom..."

"...you need to stop pushing yourself so hard," Angie gently reprimanded Derek as she applied a strip of white bandage to his wound. "Do you want me to drive? You can rest that way... so you don't collapse during the day."

"I'll be fine, Angie... it's nothing serio--"

"It wasn't open to discussion, Dr. Stiles."

Derek couldn't help but smile faintly at his extremely stubborn nurse.

"Very well, Angie. You win."

--------

The car ride to Hope was uneventful, at best. Derek was fast asleep within five minutes of buckling up, leaving Angie with the radio for company.

-How much longer will it take to cure thiiis, just to cure it cuz I can't ignore it if it's...-

Oh dear God. Angie hated that song, so much. Frowning, she quickly changed the station.

-...so they say you're trouble, boy, just because you liiike to de-stroy, all the things that bring the idiots joy well, what's wrong with a little de-struc-tion?!...-

Ahh... Franz Ferdinand could always put Angie in a good mood. Yet as she glanced over at Derek, who was now squirming somewhat fitfully in his sleep, she couldn't help but worry. It wasn't like him, to be so unaware of himself... so restless. And so pale...

She made up her mind.

Today, at Hope, Derek wouldn't just be a doctor... he was going to be a patient... whether he wanted to be or not.

--------

"Derek, operation briefing is in fifteen minutes."

"Alright. Thanks, Dr. Kasal."

Derek started walking back to his office, intending to drop off his files and grab a quick cup of coffee before the briefing.

He passed by Angie in the hall. She noticed it was him, and quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Dr. Stiles? Can I... can I talk to you for a moment, in your office?"

Her hesitation with her words caught Derek off-guard. "Uh... sure, Angie..."

When they stepped into Derek's office, Angie closed the door behind her.

"What's wrong, Angie?"

The nurse fidgeted.

"After... after the operation, I want you to let Dr. Kasal examine you."

"...let Dr. Kasal examine me?" Derek seemed almost bemused. "Why? There's nothing wrong with me-"

"There's something wrong with you."

"There's something wrong with me." Derek seemed incredibly doubtful.

"Dr. Stiles," Angie's voice suddenly became firm. "I have already discussed with Dr. Kasal about the issue. After explaining your symptoms to him- severe confusion, drowsiness, restlessness, and pallor- he has agreed that a full examination is necessary."

"Angie, it's not-"

"Derek." Her voice softened, as did her expression. "Just go with it. If you're okay, you can say your I-told-you-so speech, but please..."

Derek was genuinely surprised. He had never realized that Angie cared about him this much. "...alright. I promise, after the operation, I'll go through the examination."

Angie smiled.

--------

"Patient's name: Joshua Donavon. Age 37..."

Derek sat, patiently listening to Dr. Kasal explain the patient's situation.

"A few days ago he came in, complaining of severe stomach pain. Just yesterday, his vitals took a sudden drop... X-rays have confirmed tumors located on the outside of the stomach. Today's operation will simply be to remove the tumors. Derek, you'll be operating. Angie will assist, and I will be watching."

"Understood, Dr. Kasal," Angie nodded in understanding.

"Derek, be careful," Dr. Kasal warned. "These tumors weren't there when he first came in."

Derek knew that wasn't the real reason Dr. Kasal cautioned him.

"Yes, Dr. Kasal. Let's begin the operation."

The meeting adjourned, and Dr. Kasal, Angie and Derek walked into the operating room.

--------

(End of chapter 2!

Wow, I just made up the last like... the whole last section. GO ME.

PS- I hate Accidentally in Love. HATE HATE HATE. I love Franz Ferdinand. GIANT HEART INSERTED HERE.

The next musical reference you can try to catch for cookies? It's not the songs I put on the radio, nor is it the ringtone for Derek's phone.

Chapter 3 should be up in 5 or 6 days.

Please review!)