Looking at this one, I must say this one was certainly a huge challenge that could've interpreted in so many different ways, but I wanted to include some characters from Trauma Center just for a change instead of you guys reading about Naomi again XD

Update: I know it's been ages since I've tackled some fanfiction! But hopefully, I can try and get back into the routine of posting frequently and come up with more ideas! I'm really sorry for this Massive delay! I might also be a little rusty too.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Trauma Series.

This idea was posted by PXLight!

Chaos. That is what Caduceus USA was reduced to in a simple nutshell. Patients, Nurses and a few Doctors were running around like mindless zombies as far as the naked human eye could see.

Deep within the basement of Caduceus was where the remainder of the main staff were hiding, fearing for their lives, except from a certain Head of Research & Development. He was preoccupied with cussing to high heaven, whilst furiously working with any chemicals he could get his twitching fingers on, in order to attempt to slow the effects of the deadly drug down.

"God Damnit!" Victor screeched, slamming his pale fists against the lab bench making the liquids inside the conical flasks slosh around briefly. He sighed loud enough for it to echo within the room, as he ran his hands through his partially bleached hair - Victor was foolish enough to splash some residue containing bleach through his hair to leave a dodgy bright violet streak in it - He scribbled "FAILURE" in big red letters over the tester vial.

It was not the first time he failed.

The first failure was a heavy blow to the researcher, but after seeing one of his fellow co-workers struggle and writhe in agony as the drug tormented his brain cells, he forced himself to shake it off and get to work with what soon turned out to be the second failure.

"Was it another failure...?" Nurse Sears timidly asked, as she pressed the hot towel against Dr. Chase's sweaty and bleeding forehead.

"No," Victor chuckled dryly, "Of course it wasn't..." He snorted sarcastically, before slamming his fists against the lab bench once more, "OF COURSE IT WAS! JESUS CHRIST, LESLIE, USE THAT BRAIN OF YOURS!" He shrieked tapping one of his fingers against his head to emphasize his point, "This is just plain ridiculous..." His throat constricted as he slowly felt the stress get to him, "I'm supposed to be a freaking genius! Yet this drug is even more of a pain in the ass than the Pempti core was..." He muttered against his hands.

"Victor just calm down..." Derek cautioned the hot-tempered "genius", whilst pinning Tyler's arms down, so Nurse Thompson could administer a few hundred milligrams of morphine to the blonde-haired surgeon, "I understand how much pressure is on you right now bu-"

"LIKE HELL THERE IS!" Dr. Niguel started screaming again, small droplets of tears building up in his steel-coloured eyes, "I've ran out of possible chemicals to test with! We are all going to die at this rate!"

That statement was all it took for the atmosphere in the room to turn heavy. The verdict had been given. Everyone was at risk of dying if they didn't act soon.

"No!" Derek shouted back, "There is no way I am letting anyone die on me so easily...There must be something-"

"Drop it, Stiles." Victor bit back, "Nothing can save us!"

"Victor, we understand that this is hard for all of us, but please try to see it from our point of view." Angie attempted to reassure him, but he just laughed dryly again, as his body slid against the metal wall down to the ground.

"Don't you all get it yet?" Victor chuckled, his lips turned into a pained and forced grin, "We're done! Finished! It's over..."

SLAP!

Victor clutched at the burning red cheek, as Cybil towered over him with a seething fierce look on her face. His bottom lip quivered slightly as a few loose tears slid down his face, as he stared up at the Iron Vixen, who had her arms locked tightly across her chest.

"Is that it?" Cybil asked him seriously, "You're going to give up that easily...? I expected more from you Victor..."

"I-it's over... I can't do anything..." Victor gritted through his teeth, trying to calm himself down.

"You're over thinking things Victor." Cybil bluntly stated, "Start from the beginning; what information do we already have about the drug?"

It seemed like an incredibly stupid question to the rest of the team; however she did have a point. If they wanted to strive for success, they had to discover what the drug's effects were, how it worked and whether it had a specific pattern that it follows... They needed an infected human guinea pig.

Victor bit his lip and remained silent.

"And there's our answer. I suggest we go out there and grab as many supplies as we can get and haul in one of the staff members to test on." Cybil commanded, loading up a pistol she had kept on her for personal protection prior to her GUILT assault several years ago, "As unethical as it sounds...But it's the only solution we have left." She heaved out heavily, standing tall and proud.

"Angie and I will grab any medical equipment we need." Leslie volunteered, "We know where the nearest storage facilities and perhaps we can try and bring in more survivors...Maybe even find Dr. Kasal..."

Cybil winced slightly at the stinging sensation that the name brought. Tears pinpricked at her eyes, as she tried to keep her sturdy posture. Unfortunately, she witnessed something she prayed no other wife should in their entire lifetime...

"Greg..." Cybil cried out, dashing down countless corridors and sliding around sharp bends, hoping to try and find her way out of the impossible labyrinth interior of Hope Hospital, "Greg! ?"

ARGH!

She froze. She could recognise that scream anywhere...

"God no... GREG! ?" Cybil shrieked, as she slammed her shoulder into a nearby office door. The sight was horrifying.

Blood was everywhere. It stained the walls in uneven streaks. It dyed sections of the white carpeted floor crimson. Even sheets of patient details and other documents were swimming in puddles of the metallic liquid.

Cybil's stomach lurched, coiled, twisted and scrunched in every imaginable way possible, as she timidly neared the office chair, which was facing away from her.

Her hand - filled with nervousness - carefully spun the chair around. She screamed, as a body fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Failing to support her weight, Cybil collapsed to the ground and made dry, choking sobs at the sight of her husband's body lying face down on the ground.

"I refuse to let it happen to anyone else." The Iron Vixen decided, preparing to unlock the door, "We all need this cure..."

"Be safe, you three..." Tyler sternly stated. His lips were yanked into a firm grimace.

"We will, don't worry." Leslie smiled hesitantly at the three males.

Several Hours Later

The silence was suffocating them. Every second, every minute, every hour that had flew by, the more and more concerned the doctors were getting.

It resulted in Tyler clutching a fistful of his soft, blonde locks as he begged and prayed for their safety, whilst staring at the plain smoky-grey ceiling.

Derek's eyes kept flickering back from the watch to the door. And then to his watch. Then back at the door. His watch. The door. Watch. Door. Watch. Door. Watch. Door...

On the other hand, Victor was scribbling away at some loose sheets that had yellowed with old age. The other two never bothered to ask him what he was writing, since they were occupied with their own task.

All three males turned their eyes towards the soft thud at the door.

"Cybil, in here, hurry!" Angie's muffled voice drifted into the room, as Cybil hauled a body by the scruffs of its neck. Leslie rushed in with her arms filled with IV bags and blood transfusions, as Angie slammed and barricaded the door. All three women were heaving and panting in exhaustion.

"What happened out there?" Tyler asked, slowly sitting upright - Keeping a clammy hand against his burning forehead.

"We were chased..." Cybil heaved out, "But we could only find a female nurse..."

Victor slid off the lab stool slowly and timidly walked over to the patient, "Did you find out any symptoms...?"

"Other than slurred speech and increased reaction times...Then that's about it." Angie puffed out, dumping the large, leather bag onto a metal table.

"Did you get a chance to check whether the CT, X-Ray and Ultrasound machines are still operable?" Derek inquired, as he calmly checked the large bag. His uneasiness was written into his face, as he swallowed nervously upon noticing the lack of surgical tools in the bag.

"No... I think the Scan Department may be one of the few departments left intact..." Cybil bitterly laughed, "Don't expect the elevators to be in service though..." She skilfully loaded a few more rounds into her gun, "I had to shoot the control panel in order to keep some of them contained."

"You didn't need to go that far..." Tyler half-heartedly joked, earning him a sharp glare from the Iron Vixen and Leslie, whilst Angie tried to prep the patient for triage.

"It was vital for our survival." Cybil curtly replied, standing up once more and gestured for Derek to come over to her. Timidly, the doctor stepped towards her and listened to the rare reassuringly calm whisper she spoke with, "I want you to know... That you were the best student that Greg ever had..." She exhaled shakily, before continuing, "Please... Do whatever you can to make him proud, Derek."

"I-I will..." Derek replied, not used to the older woman speaking in such a manner. Steadily, he turned on his heels towards the remainder of the team and eagerly waited for a response.

"Stiles... The objective of this operation... Is to find some sort of treatable symptom... That's it." Victor bluntly stated, clutching onto a notebook and pen, "I'll keep a record of what happens... Just worry about the patient."

Derek swallowed loudly again, his hands beginning to grow sticky from the tension in the air. His chocolate brown eyes drifted over to his pale best friend, praying to be given some comfort.

"Derek... Man, ju-just... Don't mess this up" Tyler grinned weakly, as Leslie lead him back over to his resting place, "Les will keep an eye on my condition, so you and Ang can focus..."

As if the pressure couldn't build up anymore...Derek groaned to himself, snapping the rubber gloves over his trembling arms and letting his fingertips glide over the sleek, steel slicer.

Needless to say, the team had fought furiously to try and find something treatable...

And succeeded in their task, however... Time was never on their side to begin with.

Tyler had broken into a fever and began losing his control his quick-wittingly cheeky tongue had over his words and eventually surrendered himself, causing both Cybil and Leslie to become distracted by his behaviour and forget about guarding the door... And with the elevators rendered useless by the rash decisions of Cybil Kasal...

The staff of Caduceus had found themselves a new route to take; the staircase at the end of the third floor, which slowly led them to the second floor.

From the second floor down to the first... Followed by the inevitable trek down to the lobby.

Did they stop there?

No, they did not... They travelled one floor further down... And came face-to-face with an unguarded, poorly barricaded metal door.

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