The theatre was dark as night with only the luminous surgical lights illuminating the surroundings. I looked around trying to comprehend what individuals were doing. Pushed to the side were nurses sterilizing surgical instruments. Sporadically, they would shift their gaze to me lying on the surgical table like I was some sort of prey . I turned my head and as the surgeon had described the circulating nurse was writing specific times and the procedures on the whiteboard . From her hasty handwriting I could make out that the cardiopulmonary bypass was supposed to occur at 1745 . I tried not to think about the surgery to prevent myself from turning into an elephant rather decided to let my eyes wander around more.
Through the window I could…show more content… Were the instruments not ready before? Will something terrible happen?
The anaesthesiologist stood over my side and started reading off his chart. He offered a warm smile, in exchange I returned a small sweet smile as well. “Everything will be alright” he said before placing the mask over me. I tried to fight against the anaesthesia like a stubborn child, but the anaesthesia won and soon I was falling into a deep slumber.
The surgeon was washing his dry pallid hands, fo cusing on eliminating any possible specks of debris. His mind was repeating the surgical procedure over and over. He could not afford to lose this patient. If he did, the court would suspend his medical license, leaving him on the streets. The surgery had to be as sm ooth as a political lie. No flaws.
The surgeon was an excellent surgeon by all means, he was the leading cardiovascular surgeon in the country, but lately his patients died on the table due to complications that could have been avoided if he used his brain . The Supreme Court gave him one final chance to put an end to this massacre. This was his chance. His golden opportunity to end this…show more content… I rubbed the sleep off my exhausted eyes and checked the time on my watch. Only one agonising hour left until the surgeon returns with the verdict. The chaotic beating of my heart kept booming over my thoughts making me feel unsteady, incapable of comprehending them. I heard brisk footsteps coming from down the corridor. Suddenly someone in scrubs bolted past like the wind, holding a cooler and pushed the door to the theatre where she laid. Fear overtook my body instantly. I had a strong intuition that something terrible had happened to her. My heart felt as heavy as stones . I hastily started pacing back and forth to calm
