(You have no idea how happy I am...

On Wikipedia, they just updated the Trauma Center characters page... now, if I want to see Second Opinion- style Greg Kasal, I can go to Wikipedia, and if I want to see Second Opinion-style Sidney, I can go to DeviantART. Life is good.

Oh and... besides the obvious Angie-worrying-obsessively-over-Derek... there may be another pairing mentioned in here... :D

And on that note... there won't be a song reference this chapter either... and I've decided I will put up a bonus chapter, but... not until after I do at least the first chapter of my other Trauma Center fic.

Without further ado... the final chapter!

Characters © Nintendo

GUILT(Gangliated Utrophin Immuno Latency Toxin) © Nintendo

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Perfect Death

Chapter Seven- Kyriaki: The Lord's Day

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7/15/2019

Hey, Diary... it's me, Angie. Been a while, huh?

Well, two days ago we operated on Derek... It was a success. But...I'm worried. He still hasn't woken up...

But Dr. Kasal keeps on telling me everything will be alright, so I guess I believe him. he's never been wrong about a patient before.

Oh, speaking of waking up, Naomi finally regained consciousness this morning. She stumbled in, looking like she had no idea where she was. But it looked like she remembered when she saw Derek...

7/16/2019

Derek's still not awake...

But Dr. Hoffman explained why Naomi may have been able to treat Savato on her own... and why she passed out. he said something about how slowing down time required one type of concentration and healing required another- kind of like how some people are visual learners and others are kinetic learners. They can learn the other way, but it's harder for them.

Naomi made a point of saying that Derek can keep his "crazy voodoo time-stopping powers to himself." All that did was make Dr. Hoffman laugh.

Naomi said she was going to stay until Derek woke up. I hope he does soon...

7/18/2019

Derek woke up today! When I walked in this afternoon, he was awake!

He can't really speak because it wears him out, but... I... I'm so happy that he's awake.

Dr. Kasal seemed relieved when he saw that Derek was awake too. Actually, pretty much everyone was relieved...

He's not better by a long shot, though. I hope he recovers quickly...

7/20/2019

Derek can actually carry on conversations now, and they've taken him off the oxygen. Dr. Kasal said his heart and lung function is improving- we weren't sure if the GUILT had done permanent damage. Looks like it didn't!

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You won't believe who came to visit this afternoon...

Sidney!

He came while Naomi and I were visiting Derek. When he saw Naomi, he kind of paused for a second, but then came in anyways and asked how Derek was doing. After Derek said that he was doing okay...

...Sidney fixed his glasses and said "I expect to see you and Angie back at Caduceus in two weeks." Can you believe that?!

When I started to bring up the possibility that Derek might... might not be completely back to normal by then, Sidney just said, "My brother said that he was recovering quickly, especially after such a dangerous surgery. Besides, is anyone ever really back to normal? He has to get used to things again."

...I may not like it sometimes, but I have to admit, I know why Sidney's never lost a fight.

7/21/2019

Naomi left today. It was sad, but she said she had to be back in Europe.

Derek said he heard an interesting rumor, though... he said that Sidney volunteered to make sure she got to Europe safely, and that he seemed almost sad that she was leaving.

Of course, when I asked him how he could have heard this when he's been in a hospital bed for over ten days, he just shrugged and said, "I just hear things."

Of course you do, Derek.

7/25/2019

Derek was released today. I'm so happy for him, and yet... worried, too. He still looks somewhat sickly, and pale as well.

I told him this, but Derek just brushed it off, saying he'd be fine soon. But how soon is soon?

Dr. Kasal told Derek to take it easy today. Obviously, "take it easy" here translates to "assist in surgery and then right after help deliver a baby," but what can you do?

At least I know that Derek's going to be okay.

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"Here you go, Angie..."

Despite Angie's protests, Derek had proven that he was, in fact, well enough to drive. It was late at night when he finally dropped off his nurse at her house.

"...thank you, Derek," Angie smiled briefly as she exited the car before quickly frowning. "Call me when you get to your apartment. I want to make sure you get home safely."

"Alright, Angie," Derek chuckled before he drove away. Angie watched him leave before entering her house.

Derek considered turning on the radio, but decided not to. He wanted to use this time to think- something he'd done a lot of lately. He wondered how he had gotten re-infected- but arrived to the same conclusion that Naomi had. He thought about how lucky he was to be working with so many people that were concerned about him- people that would take immediate action instead of sitting and waiting.

But mostly, he thought about Angie... how was he going to make it up to her, making her worry about him like that?

Derek was still pondering that issue when he walked into his apartment building- for the first time in two weeks. It felt... different, to finally be home.

He plugged his phone into the charger before heading to the bathroom. After changing into a set of pajamas, he brushed his teeth, then took off his glasses and left them by the sink before exiting again.

Mozart's Fortieth rang loud and clearly from the phone charger. Derek quickly walked over to the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"When did you get home?"

"...just a minute ago, Angie. Why?"

"Oh... no.. no reason... why didn't you call when you got in?"

Derek chuckled softly.

"My phone's batteries don't last forever, Angie. I had to plug it in."

"Oh... yes, of course that's right... sorry..."

Derek could hear the nervousness in her voice.

"Angie," he spoke softly, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Don't worry about me now, okay?"

"But--"

"I.. I realize that I made you worry like that. And I'm sorry for it. But thanks to you, and the others, I'll be okay now."

"...are you sure?"

"To tell the truth, I'm more worried about how I could possibly make it up to you, making you worry," Derek admitted, smiling slightly.

"...come pick me up on time tomorrow. And the next day, and the one after that... that's all. ...and for goodness' sake, don't come in bleeding either, alright?"

"Alright, Angie," Derek chuckled, gently fingering the gash on his head that had almost healed. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight... Dr. Stiles."

7/25/2019, pt. 2

Really, how can Derek ask me to stop worrying about him? After what happened last time he said not to worry, I can't help but do so more.

But now I know... somehow, I just do.

Everything's gonna be okay.

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(End Chapter Seven.

WOOOOO. Finished!

I suppose I owe a brief explanation of the chapter titles, eh? I figured Kyriaki meant the Lord's Day because "Kyrie Eleison" means "God have mercy." I THOUGHT Deftera, Triti, etc. meant First, Second, etc. Day. Turns out it started at Second Day, but it was too late to fix. Oh well! Deftera means First Day in TC-ese!

And about the bonus chapter... I'm going to do one, I've decided. But it won't be out for a while, so I'm marking this fic as Complete right now.

Next on the schedule... my one-to-twoshot fic on on the Kasals? I lied; it's a four-chapter story. And transferring chapter one from paper to computer shouldn't take that long. It may be up later tonight, even!

Review, please! And thank you all for your support!)