___webs of RED THREADhow close are the webs we weave; further trapping in the souls of those we know and those we care for.___webs of RED THREAD8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
how unfortunate, the days where we give up, and release the red strings from our fingers; leaving our fates behind us in the dust.
how melancholy, the days where the webs all
TC Fan Fiction: VacationNote: Slight Derek Fan Girl bashing.TC Fan Fiction: Vacation8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I SAID SLIGHT
You may just miss it >_>;
(Wait no, don't turn away! No! D: )
Vacation, a word Angie Thompson has close to never heard since she was transferred to Caduceus USA.
She left the room of yet another patient, a sigh escaping her lips. She jotted down notes on the paper of her clipboard, as she glanced up at the clock. She smiled slightly; it was time for her break until prepping for surgery with Dr. Stiles.
On her way to the staff lounge, something interesting caught her eye. The door to Dr. Derek Stiles' office was opened slightly, and instead of a word document with his current paper work, there were colorful characters on the screen. She raised a brow, slipping into the room to get a better look at what he was doing.
She noticed that the curtains in his office were shut, and there were abandoned coffee cups on his desk. She gave a disgusted look, tossing the empty cups into the garbage.
She took a closer look at the screen now, surpr
Paying the PricePaying the PricePaying the Price8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Trauma Center: Under the Knife fanfiction
Derek hated to admit it, but he was almost getting used to hearing that phrase. Normally it would not perturb him too much. The patient's vitals dropping was never a good thing, but whenever his assistant would call out that warning he had always felt an inferno ignite from inside. He met every surgery he preformed with unparalleled determination. No matter who his patient was, he would save his or her life, and he would let nothing get in his way.
He met his current operation with the same resolve as he had in the past, but things were not going well. No matter how many lacerations he sutured, how much stabilizer he injected, or how much he burned at the cursed parasite with the laser, Savato took everything he dished out and returned it three folds. He could barely keep up, but it was too early to use the Healing Touch.