Ok so I managed another drabble. Although it seems the only ones I can think up are my interpreted versions of occurrences in the game. OTL

Everything seems so hazy…and…blurry...wh-

"Adel pay attention!" the blonde man barked before him.

Adel shot his head up, staring a bit before remembering his surroundings.

That's right…Dr. Chase was quizzing me…

The two were sitting in the small cafeteria, sitting across from each other with a book in the middle and a cup of coffee to their rights.

Tyler slammed his hand on the book, "Now…don't let me ask again. This is the third time I'm repeating myself. I will not help you study anymore if you do this again! Now…what is the term for when…"

His voice was slowly starting to fade away.

Ack it's happening again…

Adel leaned his forehead against his palm, running his fingers through his hair. He shook his head and mumbled, "I'm sorry…I…dunno…"

He heard an annoyed sigh and the creak of Tyler's chair as he leaned back.

"You're never going to pass this class at this rate…" Tyler muttered and took a sip of his coffee.
"'Mm…" Adel responded and let out a shivering breath.

Tyler looked over at him slowly, lips barely leaving his cup.

Something's not right. He's been acting so out of it for a couple of days now. Today seems worse than normal.

"Ok Adel, what's up? Got rejected or somethin'?" Tyler said with a smirk and chuckled.

Adel didn't respond and only stared down at his coffee, in which he hadn't touched yet.

"Ok no need to give me the cold shoulder, jeez. Have you been hanging with Derek a lot or something? His seriousness might be contagious," Tyler sighed as he set his cup down, crossed his arms and legs, leaning back into the chair even more.

The room became quiet quickly. The only sound was people moving about outside the room and their breathing.

Wait a minute…his breathing doesn't sound normal one bit!!

"Hey Adel are you-" he said with concern as he shot up from his seat, about to walk over to the other before him, but stopped when he noticed the man getting to his feet and was nodding.

"I'm fine…I…I dunno really…" Adel mumbled, stumbling towards the blonde.

"Hey wha-ah! Adel!" Tyler screamed when he crumbled down to the floor.

He quickly made his way over to him and turned the man on his back. He surely was in a bad shape, his breathing was abnormal and Tyler could see sweat running down his forehead.

He didn't have any thermometers with him at that moment, so the next best thing was to rest his palm on his forehead and estimate the degree.

"Shit…" Tyler swore. I'm not certain the exact degree but it's definitely above the 100 meter.

He tore off his coat, in such a hurry that he nearly fell backwards, and folded it up as a pillow. With that he stumbled to his feet quickly and rushed to the door. At the very moment he swung the door open, he nearly crashed into a person standing at the doorway.

"Leslie! Perfect timing. Get Derek, and Angie an-augh! Just get help! Adel's collapsed with a high fever, we need to get him some help stat!" Tyler spoke loudly, his words sounding quite jumbled up.

Leslie peeked over his shoulder to see that what he said was true. She could see the young, foreign doctor lying on the floor with an expression of obvious pain and his whole demeanor showed weakness. She nodded and rushed toward the lobby. She had seen Angie and Derek talking, actually arguing, there earlier.

Please still be there!

As she ran, she saw two nurses walking and chatting, seeming to be heading toward the cafeteria's area.

"You two!" She cried as she slowed her pace. "We need some help in the cafeteria, someone's collapsed! Get some help right away, please!"

The nurses gasped and nodded, now quickening their pace toward the cafeteria.

She could hear Angie yelling at Derek again. And once again the poor doctor was sitting with his head hung low.

Poor Doctor Stiles. But he should know that this is something that will happen to a doctor at least once in his life.

"D-Dr. Stiles! We've got an emergency!" Leslie gasped as she stumbled into the room, "Dr. Tulba, he—!"

Derek's heart skipped at the mention of the name. He jumped to his feet and cut the nurse off, "What!?"

"What happened!?" Angie gasped.

"Dr. Tulba suddenly collapsed! He's got a high fever, too!" Leslie announced somewhat short of breath.

Derek stared at her in surprise, shook his head and gritted his teeth. He looked at Angie, whom had already turned her attention to him, the two nodded. Without having anything said the three ran to the operating room Adel was taken to.

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Derek could hear his heart beating in his ears, which made it very difficult to hear the diagnosis. As Angie spoke about what he had been afflicted with, which upset the two to discover it was the same disease they had encountered in Costigar, and the treatment procedures Derek was in deep thought. He constantly repeated to himself.

Don't make the same mistake. Don't make the same mistake! Focus, Derek, focus! You can't let another friend die!!

Derek looked back at the fellow doctor's chest. It made him sick to see it; the lacerations were nearly smothered all over. He hadn't even started and there was already sweat rolling from his forehead down to the bridge of his nose.

Grabbing his tools, Derek began his work. It seemed ok at first, but after treating the first set of internal hemorrhages, vitals still remained unstable.

Derek bit his lower lip as he proceeded with his work. He took note of Leslie, who offered to help with keeping Adel's fever slightly at bay, and keep himself cool as well, at the corner of his eye moving about frantically. At the other corner of his eye, Angie was eyeing Derek's every move. Although he could not see her very well, he could tell she was just as anxious as he was. The thought of another possible loss was too heavy on their chests now since Emilio's death.

FOCUS!

Derek mentally slapped himself and continued his work.

As he began to focus more on the safety of his patient, Derek treated yet another set of internal hemorrhages.

Angie sighed. But it wasn't a happy one either; even if she had mentioned his improvement of skin condition, his vitals continued to remain unstable.

"There must be something else," Angie stated and eyed Adel closely. "Wh-what the…! More internal hemorrhages!"

Derek swore under his breath once he noticed them too.

"I'm detecting a large number of them!" She continued.

Derek swore again, but he wasn't going to give up!

I swore I wouldn't let Emilio die, and yet I failed to keep my promise! But this time I'll keep my promise. I won't let you die Adel!

As he carried on, his concentration began to slowly slip away as too many hemorrhages formed. Increasingly, as Angie stated, and soon they were left with no choice…

"Doctor…You need to use your Healing Touch!" Angie nearly screamed.

It was surprising that Angie, who had constantly scolded him for his "over confidence" in his ability, was the one to mention it. But Derek agreed he just couldn't do this anymore, not in normal speed.

Derek closed his eyes for a second and imagined the glowing star form he always created to help guide him. Yet once that was done, something seemed off.

Wh-what? This feeling…it's not right! It's not how I usually feel! Derek shook his head. This must have been a coincidence. Let's try this again… He fastened his eyes shut even more, imagining the star once again. It still wasn't right though!

This can't be! I-I'm concentrating! No…I'm not done! I just have to concentrate harder!

The stress soon was becoming too much for his body. He had already begun to feel tired halfway through the operation, but becoming stressed over just the Healing Touch made his head spin.

Angie had noticed this. "Doctor? What's wrong!? You don't look too good!"

Derek blinked away the dizziness and objected. There was no way he was going to fail on a friend again. "It's…nothing. I'm alright…Let's continue the operation!"

With that he tried once again at his ability. And once again he failed.

"Wh-why!? Why can't I reach that state!?" he spoke through his teeth.

Angie noticed they were wasting time and grabbed Derek's shoulder.

"Doctor!? Come on! You need to do something, or Adel will—"

"What's wrong with me!? Why can't I used the Healing Touch!?" Derek said, cutting her off and staring down at his hands in shock.

"Doctor…!? What's wrong!?" Angie asked hesitantly.

It was then that Director Hoffman, whom was standing in the shadows and decided to be there, watching, after having been informed one of his doctors had collapsed, took a stand.

"Calm down, Derek!" He snapped and grabbed the doctor's shoulder. "I'll finish this for you…!"

"Director Hoffman…!?" Derek said, his voice trembling, "What's happened to me…!?"

The director didn't answer. He shook his head, patting the shaken man lightly, and pushed him out of the way.

"Ms. Thompson, take Dr. Stiles out of the operating room and make him get some rest," he ordered.

Angie nodded and took Derek by the hand, looking at him in concern.

"Also, please send in Chief Kasal immediately!" he said as Angie and Derek headed toward the door.

"Y-Yes, sir!" Angie stammered then looked back at Derek. "Come on, Dr. Stiles…Let's go." She proceeded forward but the doctor came to a stop and looked over his shoulder.

"D-Director…I-I…" Derek spoke quickly, yet all he got was a response was silence. The man had already begun his work on his patient, Derek sighed sadly and was then led out.

The director grimaced, not only from the scene before him but at his thoughts too.

Derek…So now you're facing it too…

Leslie looked up at her boss with a frown and worry. She couldn't believe the death of the young Mexican boy was affecting Derek so much. And the way Director Hoffman grimaced that way scared her too.

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Tyler was pacing outside the door, constantly swearing at himself for not noticing the signs. What kind of doctor doesn't notice when someone's feeling weak and ill!? It was obvious by how he couldn't focus on his work! Idiot, Tyler, you idiot!!

He then jumped as the door swung open but he smiled, hoping to see Derek come out with a sigh and smile, reassuring Adel's safety. But when instead Derek came out, led by Angie pulling on his arm while he looked almost as pale as the hospital's white walls, Tyler frowned instantly and felt sick to his stomach.

"Wh-what's going on?! How's Adel? Is he…" he gulped," He's not…dea—"

"Director Hoffman is operating on him," Angie cut him off, "Don't worry he should be fine."

"But why is Derek…" Tyler started but stopped and sighed after Angie shot him a look.

Angie then turned her attention back at Derek; he looked almost faint and very shaken. It appeared that he was constantly asking himself something, over and over again, in his head.

"C'mon," Angie said, wrapping his arm over her shoulder, "Let's go to the lobby and rest."

Derek nodded slowly and let her lead him to the other room.

Tyler watched them leaving, arms crossed and concern stretched across his face. If just one death is bad enough for him…how will he cope with more in the future? He shook his head and let out another sigh, turning his attention back at the door and leaning against the wall. He continued to hope for his student and friend's safety.

---

Later that night, after Derek had cooled down a bit, yet typically his thoughts remained in a stir, everyone went back to their work. Although he was told to get some rest for the remainder of the day and go home, Derek refused to give up. He went to an empty, quiet room to try and concentrate. He was going to give it another go at the Healing Touch, because without it he was a useless doctor after all, right?

And yet once again, after trying so much to the point of wearing himself out, Derek failed. He took in a deep breath, gritting his teeth then yelled out, punching a table below him, "Damnit!!" He breathed heavy and continued to tell himself that no matter how hard he concentrated it was hopeless.

"But…why…?" he sighed, cooling back down and brought a hand to his face. He pushed it up to his forehead, pushing his glasses up to the top of his head. He slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor.

"What's happened to me…? What happened to my Healing Touch? Have…" he removed his hand and looked at it, "I lost it completely?"

He waited for a few seconds, as if waiting for something or someone to suddenly give him an answer. He clenched his opened hand into a fist.

"No! This can't be happening…!

With that he got to his feet and left the room. Not too far down the hall, Angie was walking in his direction. He looked over at her and said nothing, she was also silent and didn't even stop to talk to him, she just continued on down the rather empty, echoing hall. Yet…as she kept going she looked down at her feet sadly and whispered,

"Dr. Stiles…"

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The moment Adel was moved from the operation room to the room he was to stay in, Tyler followed. He vowed to watch over him until he woke up. It had been hours and the man felt he was going to fall asleep. But soon he heard Adel begin to stir, and once his eyes fluttered open Tyler sat upright and smiled down at him.

"Hey, you're finally awake," he said, keeping his grin on his face.

Adel blinked away his grogginess before speaking. "Huh…? Why am I..." he look around a bit, "here?"

Tyler chuckled a bit, "I guess that nasty fever you had made your memory foggy." He let out a sigh and continued to smile down at him. "Adel, you collapsed. It was the same disease discovered in Costigar."

Adel's eyes widened with surprise. "What!? I contracted…that!?"

Tyler nodded and became more serious. "If it wasn't for the reports Derek sent back to us, you would have been in serious danger."

Adel blinked up at him with a tinge of worry.

"But, your operation was a success, and we've taken precautions to prevent a relapse." He smiled down at him softly and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Your only assignment for the time being is to take it easy and concentrate on being a patient."

Adel smiled up at him and nodded. "Thank you, Doctor Chase. So, Dr. Stiles was the one who treated me."

Tyler twitched a bit and frowned.

"He really is a great doctor…" Adel continued with a grin.

Tyler removed his hand and leaned back on the chair. "Well, that's not exactly how it went down…"

Adel frowned and looked up at Tyler in confusion. Tyler let out a huge sigh and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his head hanging a bit.

"I'm sorry Adel. Derek…he didn't really save you. After a while it got too hectic, and he just couldn't manage a too serious of an operation. So instead Director Hoffman stepped in and saved you…."

Adel's brow furrowed in defeat. "Then, Dr. Stiles wasn't the one who operated on me…?"

Tyler lifted his head up after hearing the disappointment in his voice. "H-Hey…Adel…?" He noticed Adel's expression quickly change form sad to sore.

"I feel so…betrayed…"

Tyler blinked and sat up, "Huh?"

Adel sighed and frowned again, yet with a tinge of scorn still in his expression. "Well, I…I believed in him. I believed that if I ever got into trouble, he'd be the one who'd be there for me…but he…I don't understand…" Adel stared down at his sheets.

Tyler suddenly stood to his feet, causing the other man before him to jump, and nearly knocked down his chair.
"N-No, you've got it wrong, Adel! Derek was—"

But he was cut off by Adel asking him "What?" with a confused tone and it still showed that he wanted him to prove it.

Tyler paused, sat back down and stuttered a bit. "Well…he…he really wasn't in any condition to perform the operation."

"But, Dr. Stiles has the Healing Touch!" Adel blurted out. "Why didn't he use it on me!? Did he think I wasn't worth it!?"

Tyler shook his head and frowned. "Even if he wanted to, he—"

"I…was about to die…and he still didn't—" Adel's eyes began to water but he quickly rubbed away any tears that threatened to fall. "How am I supposed to trust Dr. Stiles now…!?" With that he got up and started to walk to door, dragging his IV with him.

"Adel…!? H-Hey, where are you going!?" Tyler stammered and stumbled to his feet with surprise.

Adel didn't answer him and shut the door behind him with a slam. Tyler let out a shuddered sigh and set back down, once more, resting his elbows on his knees again and his head in his palms.

Why couldn't I just simply have told him that Derek was too depressed and had pretty much lost the Healing Touch!?

Tyler sighed again, "Oh Adel…don't start hating Derek now. Not after what he's been through…"

Note: I debated with myself a LOT on whether to have this all happen in one day…or two. They never really inform you much on the days that go by. XD; Although if you pay attention to the beginning of the first two episodes of chapter 4 in the game…episode 1 it shows that it's day out, episode 2 shows that it's night. So that's why I ended up making this all happen in one day. 8D;