Unfortunate for them, weirdly fortunate for me…an accident did happen during my shift that required my attention, I’m taking anything to get my mind off of the Bond and everything. I had quickly changed out of my regular clothing and into the usual scrubs I wear when in the O.R, I usually only wear black scrubs, not just a preference, but if I had any lighter colored scrubs, anything that got on them would drive me mad with cleaning, I wouldn’t be able to do anything or sleep will I had gotten rid of any stains in their entirety. I opened up my gown and gloves before I washed my hands and arm in iodine soaps, my hair already tied back and up as tightly as I could and under a matching black cap, I used the edges of the packet to open up the gown and gloves before I used magic to fasten the ties down my back for the gown before I pulled the high gloves I pull on nearly over my elbows before fastening the mask and eye-wear over my own, I ensured my gloves were properly fitted and fastened the final tie in front of me.
The soft beeping of all of the various medical equipment, the smell of iodine and other aspects the best perfume to me as I walked over, keeping my hands up and in front of me as I was taught to do as the surgery started going my usual near textbook perfect. Because of my germaphobia, my surgical team is probably the most sterile possible, I kept all of the equipment and pieces numbered so there was never anything accidently misplaced or lost inside the patient. I’ve also heard people whispering about how weirdly even and symmetrical when I do stitches are. The surgery was not anything too weird or something, same old, same old…nearly textbook perfect. And that’s how the surgery went. I don’t need perfect silence when I am doing a surgery, I’m just not like one of those surgeons you see that are like guessing at songs playing while their elbow deep in someone’s chest or stomach. My surgical team has their usual small-talk and the usual things while we were going through the motions of a surgery, I have done a handful of times. The smell of all of the sterilizing chemicals mixed with the smell of blood and gore, but I could also smell various other chemicals and things on the person I was working on, some kind of accident, I didn’t hear every single detail about what happened, just that that they need my attention, and it was an emergency. The chemicals I could smell were much sharper, much acrider and tannin filled, not medicinal chemicals, almost more industrial. There was something about the scents I could get off of the person, not something familiar, but something that almost made my stomach twist and churn with how gross the chemicals were.
Surgery also isn’t as quick as it is on TV, it’s…hours upon hours of this extremely meticulous work, I’m a neurosurgeon, I’m constantly staring into someone body with these extremely high focus and high zoom lenses over my goggles so that I can properly see the nerves that I was repairing. I have to hold the smallest of needles in these long, thin tweezers as I use special stitching materials that will meld into the nervous tissue as they heal, clamps and pieces holding all of the various layers of the person’s chest and stomach out of the way as I did what I needed to do. My mind swirling with all of the steps and things I need to do with the surgery, ensuring that the biggest nerves were the ones I did first to ensure that they would be the first ones to start the healing process to retain the most usage in the leg before steadily going through the smaller and smaller nerves as I got to the finest nerves and testing the stitches and how I fixed them as proper to see if the most fine of motor control was returned or retained.
“Always the most thorough” one of the nurses said with a soft laugh as I went through the motions of testing the function of the nerves myself and not delegating it to one of the other nurses or one of the not as specialized people in the room.
“I like to ensure everything is done right” I said before shifting the person’s leg a little as I checked the muscle responses and the blood-flow responses. “You never know if something is done properly unless you do it yourself.” I added as I rose back up and shifted back to where I was before as I went back to repairing the nerves.
It was…probably closer to dusk when I finally got out of the O.R, pulling the bloody gloves off of me and throwing them away along with the disposable gown as I quickly started washing my hands and arms again, almost redoing the scrubbing in process for leaving the O.R. I sighed as I stepped out of the wing as I took the hat off of my head and let the pins, I had holding my braid up return to the hair-tie I keep on my wrist letting my braid trail down my back as I walked. I collapsed in the first chair I saw in the breakroom, the muscles in my legs screaming at me for just standing for upwards of seven-eight hours straight because of the fact the surgery started almost at noon on the dot, and it was nearly eight now. I gripped my legs as I made my muscles move from their flexed taunt position making blood return to them as I forced my muscles to leave the cramping.
Unfortunately, the surgery started…right before I was about to take my lunch. I just don’t want to move; I think if I try walking right now my legs would become sentient and kick my own ass. My back and neck were killing me, my entire body was just…screaming in the worst possible pain from the strain and wear, while I have felt far…far worse physical pain, like when Granny attacked me along with the others: Kal got his shoulders clawed, Nickolas got his upper legs nearly burnt away, Sammy got a lance of fire through the chest, Travis’ arms were nearly stripped of all of their flesh and tissue, Ahmed actually had his eyes ripped out, but magic was able to replace them properly, Jewels got her throat ripped out, Cassi had her horns ripped off and over time has regrown them, Heather’s back has all of these scars where her spider legs were ripped out, Zay was nearly decapitated, Fred had his ribcage pulled out of his sides, Estell was gutted, Ludwig had his jaw to collar ripped out, Sakura had her legs torn away from the knees down, Hassan and Parvati as twins ended up with twin injuries: Hassan left his left arm and she lost her right, torn completely out and off their shoulders where they’ve been regrown, Hector got all of these slashes across his front, Teresa has a single massive crescent from shoulder to hip across her torso, Arturo was turned into Swish cheese with magic bolts, Gisella was cut asunder from left shoulder to navel, Susana nearly the same, but mirrored, Levi had a gash from his left temple to his left hip, Arin has a slash across the lower back from where she tried to trip him in half, Yasmine’s slashes are across her face, Melina has extremely burnt legs, Princeton’s right eye is blinded and that part of his face is still burnt, though magically hidden, Greyson’s arms are terribly burnt, Luke’s temples are scared where his horns were fully ripped out unlike Cassi who’s horn bases still remained and Desi has a burst across her front centered nearly covering her sternum…me on the other hand, I have this ring of scar tissue at my waist that fully encircles my body…from where I was ripped in half. That is not a pain that I have ever forgotten, but…there is a lot of pain that still can feel absolutely horrible to me even if it’s nothing close to what she did to me.
I hadn’t even realized my hands were moving till I felt my phone vibrate in my hand and looked down to see a text that I don’t recall sending, the softly moving bubble of a text being returned shifting…the phone number across the top wasn’t saved with a name, but I knew without a doubt…that in my tired stupor…that I had texted Aden.
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