Me: Having trouble coming up with this chapter so bare with me for this one yes.

GS: Readers might lose interest on this one.

Me: Eh... I'll continue typing this story anyway.

GS: That's staying with it.

Me: (smiles) I suck anyway! Let's start!

GS: (sweat drops)

Disclaimer: The author doesn't own Trauma Center because Atlus does. She only owns Todd Kelso and Christopher Dorian.

Me: Ahaha... his initials are CD.... ehehe...

GS: (sighs) Crazy...

Me: Nyaro...

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Delphi: Under Wraps

Surprised to Be Worried

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"Another great job Dr. Weaver!"

"Yes, we're quite fortunate that you came on this exchange program."

"Please," Nozomi said, waving a hand as she smirked slightly, "It's nothing. I'm grateful to get such an opportunity to come here."

"Oh Dr. Weaver, you are too kind," an older surgeon said, smiling. She smiled back, but it was half-heartedly. Ever since the hacking incident a week ago, the illusive Delphi had moved locations and she had only been there once. Apparently, Michael didn't need much help. Maybe the subject... patients were doing better and not contracting many diseases that needed her curing, but even so, it felt like something was wrong.

"Hey! Dr. Weaver!"

She turned around and saw that it was Todd who had called to her. He seemed very excited, running towards her with a rolled up newspaper in his hand and stopping before her to catch his breath. "D-Dr. Weaver...!" he panted, still grinning, "D-Did you hear? It's great news!"

"What's so great that you had to run all the way to the OR?" she asked, smirking. Todd turned scarlet, raising the newspaper with shaking hands, unrolling it for her to read. Her eyes widened as she read the first line and she took the paper from his quaking hands to read it clearly.

"Young Surgeon Cures GUILT Patient:

A few days ago, a young woman by the name of Linda Reid was admitted into Hope Hospital at Angeles Bay for unknown injuries found in her lungs. Doctors were baffled by the cause which turned out to be the new pathogen called 'GUILT' that has recently appeared in several cases and had been known to be incurable. Yesterday morning, however, the answer to its treatment has been found. A young surgeon by the name of Derek Stiles, age 26, successfully treated and removed all signs of the pathogen presence in Ms. Reid's body.

We were unable to interview the surgeon or his attending nurse, but we were able to talk to Ms. Reid's parents. "We are so grateful to that young man for saving our daughter," Mr. Reid said, "When we were told our daughter had GUILT we thought the worst." "I heard GUILT patients can only survive so long before they die," Mrs. Reid commented, "I thought I might lose my little girl. Thank you so much doctor."

Little is currently known about GUILT except for it's a deadly, man-made virus developed by the organization known as Delphi whose whereabouts are, once again, unknown. The police had a lead back on Monday, but instead, found another man who had been infected by GUILT. They were in pursuit of who they believed were two Delphi operatives and are able to report that they succeeded in injuring one of them. Unfortunately, both the operatives and the Delphi headquarters had disappeared before they could act. Hopefully, this string of events might be a sign that this disease will soon become a horrible nightmare."

"Dr. Weaver?" Dr. Kelso spoke up, making Nozomi look up quickly.

"What? Oh, your still here?"

"Is something wrong Dr. Weaver?" he asked, "You look a little grim..."

"... No, it's nothing..." she replied quietly, handing back the newspaper. She forced a smile, "That is... indeed great news..."

"Isn't it though?" Dr. Kelso seemed unaware that the smile was false as he became cheerful once again, "Soon, GUILT will be gone and those Delphi guys will be behind bars!"

Nozomi cringed but didn't falter, "Yeah.... behind bars..."

"Well, I'm going to go and tell the others," he said, still oblivious to her odd behavior as he ran back down the hall. He looked back, waving wildly, "Bye Dr. Weaver! See you tomorrow!"

She waved back slowly, jumping as her cell phone started to buzz in her pocket. She pulled it out, looking at the ID which read 'Unknown Caller'. 'Must be them...' she thought, flipping the phone open and bringing it up to her ear, "Hello? Nozomi Weaver speaking..."

"Good Afternoon Ms. Weaver."

"..." She didn't reply straight away. It wasn't Michael and she didn't give her number out to anyone else.

"Don't worry Ms. Weaver. I'm calling on Michael's behalf. He's... busy, but he needs your assistance tonight. Someone will pick you up tonight at 6 PM sharp so be ready by then."

The connection cut off and Nozomi closed her phone. Why couldn't Michael call her? For some reason, the thought worried her.

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The man who picked her up and took her to the Eidoth Research Facility was Christopher Dorian. He had rust orange hair, short and spiky and sea green eyes. He stopped before a door after passing may others and looked at her expectantly, "This is your new lab. Michael is at a meeting and will be back in a while... oh and be careful... he seems to be a little under the weather..."

"Right..." Nozomi replied but something about Christopher's smile made her wonder if what he said was true and if Michael was under the weather, was is just a little or was it beyond that.

He walked away and she opened the door, stepping into the quietly lit room. It looked exactly like the previous one back at the old headquarters, if not, a bit bigger with a back room hidden by a curtain. Notes were scattered on the counter along with various test tubes and vials, her surgical tools and various other things like an IV needle and hub. She looked at the notes, reading names like Kyriaki and Deftera, noting that they each had different effects. One of the papers was almost blank, scribbled at the top quickly was Savato. A few papers under was another page with a list of names, locations, and various initials, two being Angeles Bay and Hope Hospital. How did he get this information?

She jumped and moved away as the door opened and closed, turning around to see Michael standing there, surlier than usual. He looked paler than normal, his breathing in short pants but he stood up, straightening his tie and walked over to her. "Sorry about the delay Dr. Weaver... I had an urgent meeting," he said, straightening the papers into a stack, moving some of the tools aside for more room. He placed a file on top and looked at her closely, "We have a small situation..."

"You're talking about that surgeon who destroyed GUILT over at Hope right?" she asked.

He frowned and nodded, "Just what we need... some upstart destroying our Leader's creations...."

Michael closed his eyes, grimacing slightly. Nozomi looked at him, raising her eyebrows questioningly but he waved a hand, "It's nothing..."

"If you say so..." she replied, rolling her eyes at his stubbornness.

He shot her a small glare but sighed, "Today I need you to remove some tumors from our subject's large intestines. They're causing his vitals to rise and fall at abnormal rates."

"Alright.... let's set him up and make sure the anesthesia is in full effect," she replied, still looking at him. His eyes met hers for a brief second and she looked away quickly. No time for distractions, she had to get to work.

A few moments later....

The procedure didn't take long and the young, infected man was taken away as soon as she had finished. Michael quickly returned to his notes, jotting down line after line of which Nozomi didn't try and read. His pen stopped scratching against paper and she looked up quickly at a small round of coughs. It didn't stop and soon, Michael was hunched over, coughing heavily into his hand. Her eyes widened in alarm and she moved over to him, "Michael?"

"I-It's nothing..." he hissed. She placed a hand on his shoulder, concerned but her palm met with a wet spot. Her fingers curled as she pulled her hand back, turning her palm towards herself to see a dark red splotch against her pale skin.

She looked at him, "... your wounds... you didn't give them time to heal properly."

"I'll be fine..." he said, but started coughing again.

"... Wait here..." Nozomi said and started to walk out of the room, but Michael looked at her accusingly, "Don't you dare get medicine."

"I'm not, you need something to drink," she replied and disappeared out of the room. She moved around the halls quickly, looking for a room that might have something, anything. Finally, after a few minutes, she found a coffee machine. 'So, they need coffee just as much as doctors...' she thought with a smirk. As a cup started to fill with the warm liquid, Nozomi shot a glance around, making sure nobody was there before reaching into her lab coat. No matter where she went, she made sure to carry some sort of cold medicine for incase purposes. She looked around once more as she opened the bottle, pouring a little of the contents into the coffee and mixed it. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice.

When she returned to the lab, Michael was still at the counter, holding his forehead and growling under his breath. The infection was far worse than a simple cold, she knew, but the medicine would help fight some of the symptoms. Her clicking heels caught his attention and she placed the cup in his waiting hand. He took a sip and paused, "... more bitter than usual..."

"Someone needed a little wake up elsewhere I guess..." she remarked, though, she was lying through her teeth.

He shook his head, "Whatever the reason may be... I'll take you home for today."

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Me: She's going to Old Brooks St. Hospital tomorrow, just gonna say.

GS: Now this part is from the game right?

Me: (nods)

GS: Ahaha...

Me: Nyaro... let's just see what happens.

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