Jasmine Bleu Before Surgery Novels & Stories

“Good night.” After Blair left the bedroom, Mable curled up on the couch, hugging a cushion as she stared blankly at the ointment on the table. “Blair...” She opened her mouth, feeling like something was stuck in her throat. After an unknown amount of time, she got up and walked to the bedside, opening the nightstand drawer. She took out a small bottle from within, containing a total of thirty pills. One for each day, and in a month, the surgery could be performed.

"Hello, and I am Doctor Walter Weber. I am one of the surgeons along with Dr Miller, and we are going to perform the surgery on you, Belle Rose. I did have a look, and I saw that we could do the surgery today." "You will have a scar on your front and back. The one on your back will be a small scar, but the one on your front will be nearly 8 centimetres, 3 5/32 inches long. You will stay here for two to three days, and then you can return to where you are staying at the moment." Belle Rose nodded her head, and she knew that she had to ask her grandmother for news about her parents as well as Ayers.

"Just make sure to order some water; I'm supposed to have a full bladder for the ultrasound, remember?" Typically, Cassandra would help her prepare in the mornings, but today Jade was in too much of a rush. She quickly rinsed off and then dressed, selecting an outfit that was not only comfortable but easily removable. The receptionist at the doctor's office had informed Jade that the ultrasound she would undergo involved undressing from the waist down. She grimaced at the thought. Even though they were running behind schedule and she'd showered the night before, she deemed it a necessary courtesy to freshen up for the person whose face would be in proximity to her southern region.

"Do not try to throw yourself out of bed again, miss. You've already had a surgery once, your stitches redone twice and the pain must have been crazy. If you don't want a vulgar scar on your stomach to haunt you for the rest of your life, act calmly. Don't be jittery and please... Don't get out of bed. You strictly need bed rest." Jasmine stared at him blankly not because she didn't understand a single word he said, but because he was anxious regarding the injection he gave her. What was it? Tranquilizers? Doctor George said something when she was in deep thought. He was now moving towards the door when, "Wait!" "Yes, miss?" "You, uh, the injection... What was that?" Jasmine asked hesitantly

Can she… live through this? “Can I see her before they start? Just for a minute—please—” The doctor shook his head. Not unkind, but firm. “She’s under anesthesia. The procedure has begun. You won’t be able to see her until she’s in recovery.” Jasmine swallowed hard, fingers curling around the strap of her bag. Her chest felt like it had been taken out of her chest, leaving only a sharp, pain. “How long… how long will it take?” “A few hours,” he said. “There’s nothing you can do here right now. You should go home, try to rest. We’ll call you when she’s out of surgery.”

Alyssa raised her sweaty face, beaming at Jasper. Her eyes revealed a hint of admiration. But she wouldn't tell him that. She feared he might become too proud. "Lyse! How are you?" At this moment, Jameson hurried over, followed by Carl and several members of Solana City's top surgical medical team, all wearing white coats. Jameson had dispatched them at the fastest speed. "Mr. Atkins, Mr. Benton, please take Blaze in and have the tools ready. I want to perform the surgery myself."

Outside was Jasmine who was waiting for him… she had now changed in new dry yet somewhat damped pair of clothing while there was a bowl of something that looked like paste of green colored powder in her hand… Draco’s eyes shifted toward bowl in her hand… he was about to ask her about it when Jasmine spoke “This is paste of basil leaves …. it…. will help you to keep your wound from turning worst … I would have treated you with freshly powdered turmeric but…. this the only thing I have now…. everything else….. was destroyed in storm” Draco kept looking at Jasmine as she stood calmed in front of him… couple of seconds later Draco took three steps closer t her and pulled out a wooden chair that

We’d laid out the sterile drapes, surgical instruments, sutures, bone aspiration tools, and the IV fluids. Before taking Shaelith inside, I gave her a moment to hug Seraphira. “How long will she be in there?” Seraphira asked, her little voice quivering. “Just for some days,” I reassured her. “I promise. You’ll be able to visit her tomorrow.” Shaelith looked noticeably better, perhaps the promise of healing had lifted her spirits. Hope can be medicinal too. I carried her gently into the surgical room and began the preoperative procedures. I inserted an IV line to administer fluids and maintain hydration. Once she was on the padded surgical bed, I adjusted the monitors and checked her vitals.

I whispered to myself. I can't mess a simple procedure up, and not on a lady who trashed others and placed her life in my care. Dr. Liam came closer and tapped my elbow gently with his, offering his support. Sadly, it wasn't helping. I needed more than that. The murmurs intensified. My brows furrowed as I clutched the scalpel tightly. "Order!" Liam instructed and they obeyed. “Calm down, Jasmine.” He whispered in my ear. "Stop cutting, clean thoroughly, and stitch her up.”

Above all, she put her whole trust in God, trusting His process. At the hospital, Ma changed to the hospital's attire and leaned down nervously on the bed. After that, a team of doctors came, stating they would be in charge of tomorrow's surgery. Then prepared Ma by doing some procedures and advised Ma on a few things like to fast before entering the surgery and et cetera. Ma seemed afraid as the butterfly branula was inserted but Jeanne stood by her side all the time, passing all the strength that she had to Ma. Ma then looked way calmer knowing that her daughter was always beside her.