Trauma Center: Second Opinion

The Truth Revealed

Tristan-the-Dreamer

A/N: Okay…sorry to anyone who liked the chapter I took down, but I think it's better if I cut it and incorporate the parts that are good into a longer third part which is below this commentary I am typing! I put this chapter into the format of Victor's POV. It seemed to work the best. And again, kudos to hylianinja for coffee inspiration, and also to whoever invented the way of using "o's" to make bubbly lines. All characters in this whole story belong to Atlus, except Ben Camden who I made. Without further ado, here is the final chapter.


--Selections from

Victor Niguel's Notebook--

8/17 4:00 p.m. I would never admit this to him, but I really appreciate how kind Derek's been to me since I got sick. I wasn't expecting him to stay by my bedside to keep me company, and it…meant a lot to me when he wiped my face with a cloth. And now I am going to hide this notebook. Forever.

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8/22 12:00 p.m. I'm back to work and starting a new project: developing an antidote to Tetarti toxins. If you inhaled some of the noxious fumes, an injection of this would neutralize the effect. In other words, you wouldn't contract the GUILT. Research starts immediately.

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8/24 3:00 p.m. Dr. Camden performed a Tetarti excision this morning, and I observed for my research—with permission, of course. The doctor seemed pleased that the operation went smoothly, but his satisfaction seemed to come from something deeper…something I couldn't understand. No matter, I have a culture growing and must check on it.

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8/25 4:00 a.m. I just woke up from the worst nightmare of my life. It was autumn, and I was at a cemetery. Everyone was wearing black, except me—I was wearing scrubs. A knot of people were gathered around a grave, and I somehow knew that Jonathan was in it. A priest was there, talking solemnly. Suddenly he stared at me in horror. "Look, the killer is among us!" Everyone turned around, and their eyes bored into me. Will I ever forget that day?

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8/25 8:30 p.m. Dr. Camden and I had coffee together this afternoon; we happened to run into each other at the cafeteria. "You look tired, Victor," he said, after I had yawned three times in a row. He seemed so unthreatening that I found myself telling him my dream. As I finished, he gave me one of the saddest, most time-worn smiles I've ever seen. "There wasn't anything in the world you could have done, Victor. No one could have saved him."

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9/5 11:30 a.m. There's been a breakthrough in my research. The cultures are growing much better than I'd expected, so I'm working around the clock to accelerate the progress. Tyler, of course, has been making obnoxious jokes about me being a 'recluse,' but I pay him no attention. No work, no results, and I WILL get results. Soon I'll be focusing on testing. I'll have to check our stock to make sure we have plenty of tissue.

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9/7 11:30 p.m. Ben has been worrying me lately. On the one hand, like I noticed before, he seems happy—proud, even—that his surgeries have been going so well. He seems to care about the patients (more than me, I'll give him that). It's just that sometimes I'll see him when he doesn't knowI'm seeing him, and his face…he's looking beyond this universe.

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9/9 2:00 p.m. The results of the Roster autopsy have finally been released. Conclusion: the vital serum used on Jonathan was poisoned. Ben looks terribly upset about this, and I don't know how to deal with it either. I never suspected poison. Everyone here has been trying to gauge if I've finished my 'guilt trip'—I can see it in the glances they throw. Sorry to burst your bubble, people, but it isn't that easy. Scars can't be magically erased…and even if people tell you the blood you see on your hands isn't real—what are you going to believe?

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9/10 6:00 p.m. There are rumors buzzing around that Delphi had something to do with Jonathan's death. They're vague, but troubling. Of course, anything to do with Delphi is troubling. I wish Ben would calm down about this; he seems more upset than I feel. He's doing strange things, too. I'm no psychologist, but even I know that it's not normal for a person to play songs over and over in their office. I've heard "Mad World" so many times that I think I'm going to go mad.

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9/11 6:00 a.m. Seven years…

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9/12 7:30 p.m. I burned my hand this morning on a Bunsen burner, and was in the middle of running it under cold water when Angie rushed in. I suppose she heard me swearing. She helped me take care of it, although I told her not to plan on making a habit out of it.

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9/13 6:30 p.m. More rumors, but I pay them no attention. I've got to get on with my research. I think I'm close to perfecting the Tetarti injection. I asked Ben if he wanted to come see how my work is progressing, and he smiled and said he would see it tomorrow morning. Maybe he's feeling better.

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9/14 8:30 a.m. I'm not sure where to start writing…I'm not even sure if this is real. When I came to work this morning, there were police cars and yellow tape everywhere. Dr. Kasal was talking to a couple officers. He looked like Hell. Angie was crying hysterically, and Leslie was hanging onto Tyler like he was her lifeline. Derek just looked like he was going to be sick. When Dr. Kasal saw me get out of my car, he walked over and started talking to me, but his words didn't make sense…I can't write any more right now. I will say just one more thing: I think the bloodstains are fading from my hands.

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9/14 2:30 a.m. I must write this down quickly, before the pills take effect. I'm not sure what to say, but can you blame me? How many people practice writing suicide notes? It all started with the little girl at city hospital. I was ready to save her, GOING to save her, damn it! And then my hand slipped and I slit her aorta open. She bled out so fast…it seemed like there was blood up to my elbows. I wasn't stripped of my license, it was an accident, and those happen.

But i fled, I fled in my shame, and eventually………what was I writing about? blacked out for a second..Delphi took me in and taught me how pointless life is…i believed it like a fool, and decided to become a saboteur. so I applyed to causdecs and killed the frist chance I got; which was jonathan..im so sorry Victor—if there was any posible was to undu it i wold but i cant…i tryed to get bak to doing the right thing after jonathan, and I was so hapy, you will never be able to now my hapynes even in yor drems…but Delphi will come…and a kilr dos not deserv to liv…so goodby…victor, ther is on mor thing i wanted to tel y

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