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Nick backed away.
"Please Derek! Just stop and think... Why do you dislike me so much?"
Derek smirked and lurched at Nick, swiping the scalpel and just catching Nick's cheek.
"Oh there are too many reasons to list."
Drops of blood ran down Nick's cheek and Derek's smirk widened at the obvious signs of his attack. He lurched forward once again and caught Nick off-balance, as a second swipe to the face sent him down on the floor. Now the droplets had turned into a slow trickle as blood escaped from the deep wound. Nick winced at the pain as he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. Derek advanced still, his long coat flying out behind him as if he were some villain with a cape. Nick shifted backwards, holding his arms up to shield his face as Derek continued to slash at him with the scalpel. His arms became inflicted with cuts and every time the cold metal blade pierced his skin he let out small whines of pain. His arms began to feel numb from the blood loss. He scooted back and pushed himself up against the wall until he was back on his feet.
"Derek... Please" He choked, now only managing to intake air through short, sharp breaths. Derek shoved him back hard, and he slammed against the wall. His eyes watered from the pain of the impact and he blinked allowing a few tears to escape. They rolled slowly down his cheek and ran into the deep wound. Its salty sting caused Nick to wince again. Derek started to laugh.
"You never should have messed with us Brannings. I guess it's too late now though..."
"Why Derek? I-I left... Why d-do this?"
"Because you need to pay for everything you've done" Derek snarled at him. Flecks of spit erupted from his mouth as he spoke. Nick shuddered. Derek glared at him, and spotting an open opportunity, sent a fist flying into Nick's stomach. Nick groaned and doubled over in pain, just to find his face meeting with Derek's knee. He collapsed on the floor with his arms tightly wrapped around his stomach. The tears that kept streaming down his face no longer affected the cuts on his cheek; the broken nose that he now obtained was extremely painful and aside being punched, he didn't feel much else.
Derek reached down and grabbed his shoulder, hauling him violently off the floor. For the second time, Derek slammed Nick up against the wall, however his grip remained tight as he pinned him up. Nick attempted to throw a punch at Derek; however the pain caused him to fail miserably. Derek caught his fist easily within his own hand, and twisted his arm sharply. Nick cried out, and once Derek had let go, cradled his broken arm in his other one. The tears that flooded from his eyes obstructed his vision meaning everything now was a watery blur. However when he felt the cold, hard metal of the scalpel against his throat his breath became quick and panicky. He tried to move but Derek's firm grip on him and the scalpel only caused the blade to create a shallow cut. Derek laughed and Nick felt the scalpel press harder against his neck. Flashbacks filled his head as he began to believe that this was the end for him. His childhood. Growing up. Medical school. His first day at Holby and his little brown bag that everyone wanted to know what was inside... which contained his lunch. Zoe. And last... Carol. He remembered returning for Pat. Staying longer than he possibly needed to, and falling for Carol again. Was it really worth it for this?
Slowly Nick was brought back to reality as he noticed the feeling of something warm and sticky flowing down his neck. Blood. He tried to speak but his words came out as a hoarse whisper and then he choked. The watery blur of the room became darker and darker and the sound of Derek's laughter got fainter and distant. 'Well this is it...' Nick thought. His vision ceased as darkness filled his mind. Every sound was muffed and Derek's laugh was now no more than a hushed whisper to Nick. The pain slowed and at last came to a stop.
Derek lifted the scalpel away from the deep wound in Nick's neck and smirked as he felt the body go limp in his grip.
"I told you not to mess with us Brannings" Derek snarled.