The Feeling of Life and Death in Your Hands. (A Trauma Team Fanfic)

Chapter 2

[THERE ARE REFERENCES TO PREVIOUS TRAUMA CENTER CHARACTERS. IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED THEM BEFORE, YOU MAY BE CONFUSED.]

After a long meeting in the conference room, Esha escorted to my room. The room wasn't that big, and wasn't too small. Perfect for me.

"Thank you for escorting me here, Esha." I thank her.

"No problem! Feel free to customize this room to your liking! Gotta run!" Esha skips happily out of the room, and gently shutting the door. I sigh. A lot has happened these past couple days.

Yesterday, at Caduceus USA

"Don't go, Katrina! I'll really miss you!" Angie hugs me tight. Her voice shakes, like she is about to cry.

"Come on Angie, just let her go. Resurgam needs someone as awesome as Katrina!" Derek peels Angie off of me, and then looks me right in the eye.

"I know you'll do great there, Katrina. But, I have to admit, I will miss you the most. You've helped me so much, from Med School all the way till' now. I owe you so much." Derek's eyes become watery.

I turn my head, trying not to show my face, which was on the verge of tears.

"Shut up, I didn't do that much..." I mumble, barely hiding the emotions that were bubbling inside of me.

"That's Katrina all right. Always being so modest. Good luck at Resurgam! Try not to show off too much." Derek winks at me.

My mouth curls up into a smirk. "You know I will."

I then pick up my box of belongings, and leave the building. I turn around to look at it once more. But, I know I'll be back here one day. I smile, thinking about when it'll be.

Current Time

I look around the room that I'll be living in for awhile. There was already a bed, and a kitchen. I check all of the doors and what they lead too. Bathroom, Closet, and an empty storage room.

I make a list of all the things I need to buy, and I head outside. I then notice a moving truck.

"It's probably my belongings..." I mutter.

I walk over to the moving truck. I then notice someone moving my boxes. He was wearing a white coat, so I immediately assume that he was a doctor.

"Umm... Hello?" I quietly ask him.

"Hmm?" The man looks up. He has deep red eyes that seem to go on forever.

"Sorry. Did I surprise you?"

"No, you didn't. The chief told me to help you take up your stuff." He mumbles.

"Okay. Thanks. What is your name?"

"...I don't remember... But my prison code is CR-S01."

"Prison code?" I ask.

"Yes. The police tell me that I'm responsible for the Cumberland College Incident."

"The Cumberland College Incident..? What..?" I ask, surprised that I'm speaking to the man responsible for such a incident.

"Are you...really responsible..?" I ask slowly.

"I don't remember... I lost my memories during the incident."

"Oh. I'm...sorry to hear that." I look down.