I appologize for having not uploaded like...ANYTHING in months-a year! I've been suffering through a writer's block for a year now. Even though at one point I uploaded these drabbles and the other Emilio fic, I couldn't continue it. I'm trying to get rid of it the best I can, but I'm not doing too well. Just the other night I thought this up. I always imagined this scene to be very emotional.

I had actually watched sad movie scenes while writing this, which caused me to cry. D:

She could feel her head spinning and see her surroundings in a blur. Yet a voice continued alluring her to awaken.

"Ms. Ross…do you hear me? Ms. Ross?" the voice went on and on. It was masculine, yet soft and gentle. She felt a light warmth on her hand, as another was placed upon it, shaking it gently.

He beckoned her one more time before she finally realized who it was.

"D…Doctor…Stiles?"

"Hey!" Derek said, smiling down at her. He turned to Angie behind him, who was already making her way to his side with a smile, and pointed out the now awakened nurse.

"Ms. Ross…how are you feeling?" Angie asked, her voice low and quiet yet still loud enough to be heard. It was close to a whisper, but not quite.

"'m fine." Heather managed to mutter, her voice cracking.

Derek and Angie just smiled down at her, yet the two felt very nervous.

How should we break it to her…? Angie thought, tugging on her arm warmers and stared down at her feet, which were tapping softly due to her anxiety.

Derek thought the same thing as he looked around nervously.

"So…" Heather started, causing the two to look back down at her. "You managed… to save everyone after all…huh Doctor?" Heather had a soft, weak, yet thankful smile on her face.

"Um…well…" Derek said, looking to the left. His expression gave away that Heather surely was wrong.

"So…some di-," she paused and broke into a small coughing fit.

Another nurse that was in the room, in charge of looking after her, grabbed a glass of water and brought it to her lips.

Heather drank till her throat was no longer dry and sat up slowly, the cup still in hand.

"Some didn't survive after all? What a shame..." she continued, her voice full of sympathy.

Derek clenched his teeth and Angie clutched at the cloth of her arm warmers even more.

"So…how is Emilio?"

There was the question they all knew to come. Even the nurse, who knew all about Heather and Emilio's relationship, looked away. Angie and Derek could feel their hearts beating rapidly.

Heather sat up a bit more. She didn't like this atmosphere one bit. "Doctor Stiles…please…answer me. Why have you all become so quiet? How is Emilio?!"

Derek looked up at the other nurse, she nodded understanding he wanted it to be just him and Angie there when they told Heather the news.

"Ms. Ross…I'm sorry…" Derek started, clenching her free hand. "Emilio he…he…"

Derek jumped a bit when he felt Angie place a hand on his shoulder. She gripped it reassuringly, and nodded once he looked up at her. The two turned their directions back at Heather. She was already beginning to breath heavily, her chest now becoming heavy; she could feel a lump in her throat too.

"Emilio's dead. I'm sorry." Derek started, not even looking at Heather. He just couldn't face her.

"W-wha-why…h-how…?" Heather stuttered, her head shaking as tears already began to sting her eyes.

"Ms. Ross…you should get some more rest. You're still too weak. It's only been a couple of days since the operation. You-" Derek started but was cut off with a sudden heart wrenching scream.

"HOW!?"

"He…he told me, after you passed out, to operate on you before him. He… practically begged us. So we gave in…but…when we finished you…he…" Derek chocked on his words, "…he just couldn't hold off. I…I tried Ms. Ross…I really tried to save him, not even my healing touch worked."

Angie bit her lip when he mentioned the healing touch. She wasn't going to argue with him about that…not just yet.

Heather was shaking her head again, letting out quivering sobs. She let out another scream and threw the glass of water across the room.

"No! Y-you're lying, Doctor!" she sobbed.

Derek looked at her, sorrow in his eyes. He didn't know what to say.

"Please…" she grabbed his hand and shook it, "Please tell me you're lying! Dr. Stiles! It's all a big lie, right! " She continued to shake his hand violently as she begged for him to admit it was all a lie, and have someone wheel Emilio in with his bright, cheerful smile and laughing at her for falling for the stupid little joke.

Derek shook his head, looking down at the floor in defeat.

"This…this can't be…!" she dropped his hand and let out a hopeless sob.

Derek looked up at her, "Ms. Ross…I'm very sorry…"

She didn't look at him. He sighed and hung his head again.

"I…I misjudge the—" he paused and gulped, "Emilio had GUILT antibodies…so I thought he had more time…" His head remained hung and Angie put a fist to her chest.

"Why?" Heather began, her voice becoming angry, "Why didn't you operate on Emilio before me!?" She clenched onto the bed sheets, shaking them as she continued to weep. "I pleaded! I pleaded for you save him! And you still didn't—" she sobbed. "Why!?," she whimpered the word, "Why didn't you, Dr. Stiles!?"

Derek didn't know what else to do all he could do was get his scolding from Heather. What else was he supposed to say?

"Please calm down, Ms. Ross…" Angie began, seeing that all this crying and screaming was bringing stress to her still weak body, "I'm so sorry…it was our responsibility…" she could feel a lump in her throat now. She removed her hand from Derek's shoulder and clasped it over the other hand that was sitting on her chest. "Our…fault…"

Heather took in a few inhales, running out of breath due to her screaming and crying, but continued to bawl helplessly and buried her head into her hands, "I…I was supposed to protect Emilio.... But now, I'm the one alive, and he's—" She let in a sudden deep trembling inhale. "Emilio…" she wept. Then suddenly broke down, unable to stop lamenting.

Derek proceeded to comfort her, but Heather only pushed him away and continued to cry out.

"Let's go…" Angie muttered, pulling Derek to his feet by tugging on his coat.

Derek nodded, but didn't turn his gaze away from Heather as he left.

Heather collapsed on the bed, clenching onto her shirt as her body racked and convulsed with more cries. It hurt so much to cry, her stitches were sore but yet she couldn't stop. She just couldn't believe he was gone. After he recovered from his post GUILT, she felt that all her worries were gone. He could be happy, and maybe she would let him live with her. But this just had to happen so suddenly!

Heather sobbed the nth time, memories rushing in. She remembered his warm smiles, his soft and innocent voice, and when he called her his elder sister.

And I've always considered you as my little brother, forever Emilio. She thought to herself, causing her breathing to slow and the sobs and cries came to an end. Now she was crying herself to sleep, dreaming of all the times she spent with her younger brother.

Derek and Angie stood outside the door, hearing Heather's cries fade. Eventually Derek had slumped against the wall, sliding down slowly as he began to weep quietly. He hated this. He hated this with all his heart to have to see a patient of his die, but when he had to confront that person's loved one…he just couldn't take it.

Emilio had already suffered so much already, he doesn't deserve this…this just isn't right.

Derek pulled off his glasses and brought a hand to his face has he broke down himself, quietly. Angie knelt down beside him, rubbing his arm as she felt hot tears run down her face.

So many tears are being shed today… Angie thought, shaking her head.