(Wooo! I need a life and I don't care!

Last musical reference- the whole "There's (insert word here) wrong with you/me" is from a song by System of a Down. XD

Please, mention whatever you'd like in your reviews- so long as you at least mention something about the story!

Also, I love Dr. Kasal. I love him more in Second Opinion than in Under the Knife, but he's just a) so friggin' adorable and b) so AWESOME. He's so calm! And relaxed!

Also, I've figured out that I would actually be older than Derek in 2018! Shocking, isn't it?

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GUILT(Gangliated Utrophin Immuno Latency Toxin) © Nintendo

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Perfect Death

Chapter 3- Tetarti: The Third Day

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Derek let out a low whistle.

"This is not good."

There were seven tumors on the stomach, small yet deadly. Blue fluid oozed from the tumors themselves, and each one was connected to the organ by three blood vessels.

"The size of the blood vessels will pose a problem to his vitals when you're cutting them," Angie deduced. "Cut carefully, Dr. Stiles; the patient's vitals are low as it is."

"Alright... let's do this," Derek muttered. "Drain."

It was in his outstretched hand in an instant. Derek carefully began draining away the fluid from one of the larger tumors. Once he could see the tumor itself...

"Scalpel."

He carefully began cutting at the exposed blood vessels.

"Vitals dropping to low fifties," Angie cautioned. "...forties..."

"Done," Derek informed. "Forceps."

Derek carefully lifted the tumor away from the stomach, placing it on the waste dish that Angie held out for him.

"Stabilizer."

He injected the green liquid into the stomach wall.

"Alright, let's keep goi-"

"Doctor, look! It's--!"

"What?"

Derek followed Angie's gaze back to where he had just excised the tumor- to see another one in its place, exactly like the previous one.

"Sunuva--"

"Derek, try removing them all at once," Dr. Kasal suggested. "Drain and cut, drain and cut, then remove the tumors."

"Alright, Dr. Kasal," Derek nodded, biting his lip behind his surgical mask. "Drain."

He re-drained the tumor he had just excised.

"Scalpel."

The vessels were severed from the growth.

"Vitals at thirty, Dr. Stiles."

"Stabilizer."

After bringing the vitals back up towards the seventies, Derek repeated the procedure. One at a time, he drained the tumors, then severed them from the stomach wall, occasionally re-stabilizing the patient as needed.

Eventually, he had all seven tumors drained and severed.

"Now is when you remove them, Derek," Dr. Kasal ordered.

"Forceps."

Cautiously yet quickly, Derek began lifting the tumors up and placing them on the waste dish. Before long, the stomach surface was clear of tumors.

"Nice work, Derek," Dr. Kasal grinned. "Let's close him up and call it a day--"

"No!" Angie cried out suddenly. "Look...!"

All seven tumors had regenerated, seriously lowering the patient's vitals. For a few moments, neither Derek nor Dr. Kasal could speak, too shocked by the sight.

"...Goddamnit all," Dr. Kasal finally cursed. "We must have missed one, but where?!"

"...Dr. Stiles, try using the ultrasound," Angie suggested, holding out the tool. Derek took it, carefully checking the exposed sections of the stomach...

"There!" Angie pointed to the large shadow in the lower left area. "And here's the scalpel..."

"Good thinking, Angie," Dr. Kasal complimented as Derek made his incision over the hidden tumor, exposing it. "This time they shouldn't regenerate..."

"Drain, Angie..." Derek requested, not noticing that his breathing was beginning to feel more labored. As the tool hit his hand, he immediately activated his Healing Touch. With lightning-fast speed, he drained four of the eight tumors.

"Scalpel."

He severed the vessels.

"Vitals at forty..."

"Stabilizer."

"...seventy."

"Drain."

He had just severed the final tumor when his concentration was broken by a sudden flare of pain. Derek hid his wince well enough to not let Dr. Kasal and Angie notice.

"F... forceps, Angie..."

Dr. Kasal did catch the strain in Derek's voice.

"Derek, are you alright?"

"I'll be fine, Dr. Kasal," Derek brushed it off. "...almost done here..."

Ignoring the rising pain in his chest, Derek quickly extracted the eight tumors and treated the incision he had made.

They waited for a few seconds to see if the tumors would regenerate.

"...I don't see anything," Angie finally broke the silence. "And his vitals are stable at sixty..."

"Alright. Close him up, Derek," Dr. Kasal sighed, relieved that the operation was finally over. "Good work, both of you..."

Derek sutured the incision, his heart beginning to race...

"Gel..."

He sanitized the wound.

"Here's the bandages," Angie said, holding them out to Derek.

Derek finally laid down the strip of bandage over the incision he'd made almost one hour ago.

"Done..." he muttered. "Operation s-successful..."

"Nice job, Dr. Stiles," Angie complimented, so busy with putting away the tools that she didn't notice Derek's labored breathing. Dr. Kasal was far more observant.

"Derek, what's wrong?" he asked, frowning slightly in concern. Derek opened his mouth to say he was fine, but couldn't- the words were stuck in his throat, along with his breath... he began to panic, desperately trying to breathe...

"D-Derek?!" Angie had finally noticed Derek's labored breaths.

"C-can't..." Derek choked out, breathing heavily. "C-can't... I can't... b-breathe...!"

"Angie, go get an oxygen tank!" Dr. Kasal ordered, sending a panicking Angie rushing out of the operating room and down the halls. "C'mon, Derek, stay with me, what's wrong?!"

Derek couldn't hear Dr. Kasal as he tore off his surgical mask, desperately trying to take in oxygen. One hand clawed at his chest, as though trying to pull away the pain, while the other gripped the edge of operating table, steadying the swaying surgeon.

"Derek!"

The pain, the pain, why was the pain here, pain rising through his lungs, pain pounding in his chest, breaking apart his heart, pain rising up and filling his throat-

First it dripped out through clenched teeth, but there was too much to hold in for long- blood fell from his lips, staining the table, splattering onto the floor, covering Derek's lips with the red essence of life. His hazel eyes saw nothing, nothing but blood, blood as it splashed against the floor, fell from his lips to his hands, blood everywhere, blood and pain--

Angie returned, along with a few scrub nurses and an oxygen tank, to see Dr. Kasal rushing to a fallen Derek's side.

The heavy tank of oxygen fell from her grasp, clattering to the floor.

"D-Derek..."

Dr. Kasal glanced up to see Angie and the other nurses standing in shock.

"You three!" he barked, pointing to three of the extra nurses. "Get a stretcher in here, and the life support equipment!"

They ran to fulfill their duty.

"You! Get Dr. Hoffman in here. Now!!"

The final nurse fled to seek the director.

Angie remained rooted to her spot.

"Angie!" She suddenly snapped back to reality. "Help me here, the oxygen tank does Derek no good over there!"

Hope fell to a state of panic as her greatest surgeon fell.

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(End chapter 3.

I'm not sure if I did it well enough, would you tell me if you felt a sense of tension building throughout this chapter, please?

Also, can someone actually try to guess the song reference this time? Maybe?

Chapter four will be up before next week. Review please!)