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Healing Touch: Angela Thompson"Sutures...drain...sutures...ultrasound...scalpel...laser...gel...sutures...stabilizer..."Derek's voice had regressed to a monotone, not because of boredom; quite the opposite. He and his assistant, Angela Thompson, were in the middle of an operation. Derek had just invoked his Healing Touch in a bolstered effort to successfully complete the operation and save the patient. His hands moved so quickly that it was almost impossible to follow them; there were afterimages all over the operating space where his hands had been, where they were, and even where they would be. His eyes were wide as his concentration became supernaturally high, and his voice echoed out the tools he needed at a moment's notice, his trusty nurse--not to mention lover--placing each tool carefully in his hands as he needed them, never breaking the chain.Eventually, the operation was complete. The patient was sutured, the incision disinfected and bandaged. As it was a field operation, the patient was then carted off
Illness - Angie: Poison IvyTrauma Center: IllnessAngie: Poison IvyIt had seemed innocent enough. Angie had decided to spend her break outside and she took a nice, brisk walk around the perimeter of the building. The fresh air and sunshine put her in a good mood, as she rarely got to experience either. She stretched her arms over her head and let out a content sigh.Ah! I cant believe it!The sudden cry of one, Tyler Chase, brought her from her revere. She looked up to see him looking out a window as a bundled packet of papers fell and settled among the vegetation below. Derek appeared next to him and placed his hands on the window sill, leaning over slightly to see where the packet had fallen. How in the world did you managed to drop that? he asked, sending Tyler an inquisitive sideways glance. The latter said nothing more than unintelligible grumbles as he collapsed over the window, his arms d
Illness - Derek:SeasickSpoiler warnings for chapters five and six of the game! Ye have been warned!Trauma Center: IllnessDerek: SeasickDerek had never been on a ship before. Rafts and small fishing boats, sure, but an actual ocean bound ship was something entirely new. He was never one for travel and he had already known he did not like planes. The flights were always long and the couch was small and cramped. Compared to that, plus the airline security and other hassles, he was somewhat looking forward to this means of traveling. It certainly could not be any worse than flying, right?Wrong.". . .Uhhhnn. . . .this . . .sucks. . ."Derek grimaced as another wave of nausea overtook him. Crumpled against the side railing of the deck, he placed a hand over his churning stomach and tried to keep his gaze fixed on the horizon. Fresh air and watching the sea line was supposed to help with seasickness, but obviously no