Jasmine Bleu Before Surgery Novels & Stories

I wouldn't want to lose Jasmine for anything, just that I overreact sometimes when I feel jealous, and Jasmine is always bent on pushing my fuck**g buttons when it comes to that. I had met the doctor and nurses as soon as I arrived, and they were so fast to attend to her. After the examination and all, she was already awake. Thank God she didn't lose much blood like I had thought before I got to the hospital and so there was no need for a blood transfusion. Also, the doctor confirmed that after checking her blood level. It was just a drip that was administered, and I bet you she looks like herself again in just an hour we got to the hospital.

“I’m sorry to hear that. What’s your name?” “Jamison, but I prefer Jamie.” “All right Jamie. My name is Jessa. I’m a nurse practitioner here and I’m going to clean you up before trying to move you to the wing.” He nods his head slowly as he starts panting heavily through his mouth. “Damian, I want you beside Jamie. Make sure he doesn’t fall over. Parker, I need two bottles of saline, the soft disposable towels and the silver nitrate sticks pulled out. I may need to cauterize his heavy bleeders since it’s not stopping on its own.”

Jasmine sighed and sat on the couch near the table in the room, her eyes burned with tears again, and she blinked her eyes a couple of times to prevent her tears from falling. “Please don’t cry,” she told herself before sighing and raising her head. A few minutes later, Jasmine pat herself and wore the revealing dress before leaving the office. All eyes were on her as she walked out, the girl gaped at her because she looked incredibly sexy in the revealing cloth. It showed her boobs and only covered her nipples. It was a jumpsuit that only covered the front of her pussy and left the rest covered with a transparent net. Jasmine always felt confident, but that night she lost it. Instead of bre

I bombarded her with a lot of questions at the same time. She laughed. Her usual hearty laughter and that relieved me a whole lot. That invariably means things are getting better. “Which one should I answer first?” “Everything” I beamed. “but start from how you are doing?” “I'm doing well. I mean…” “How is the process?” I asked when she paused. “It's good news, Bluey” Bensjasmin said, her voice bright and overwhelmingly optimistic. “The first stage of the surgery was successful! The doctors were incredible. The tumor... they got it. They got some of it out.”

Everyone thought she was already capable of taking on the role of the lead surgeon in a surgical team, but she always declined, saying she lacked experience and wanted to continue assisting Frost to learn more. Jasmine assisted Frost in dealing with the blood vessels around the tumour, separating, cutting, and ligating them. The two of them coordinated seamlessly. Often with just a glance from Frost, Jasmine knew what he needed. After dealing with the last blood vessel, the tumour was finally fully exposed. Jasmine raised her head to signal the nurse to wipe the sweat, and in this moment, she stole a glance at Frost working, briefly indulging in her inner world of happiness. "Dr. Jasmine, as

He was doing it for my own good, and honestly, I couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when I arrived looking chic and dangerous. I chuckled at the thought—only to glance up and find a man in white scrubs looking at me strangely. “Mrs. Russo, I believe the doctors didn’t give you something funny to make you smile at yourself,” he said as he walked over and pulled a vial from his pocket, preparing to inject it into my IV. But the moment he uncapped it, a scent hit me. Jasmine. Not ordinary jasmine. From what I knew, jasmine was often used to mask the scent of poison.

"Still, I feel that removing the cyst is a surgical procedure because it is the safest and quickest. What do you think, ma'am?" the gynecologist asked, seemingly waiting for Jasmine's decision. Jasmine was still very scared of the operating table but she was more scared of everyone finding out about her fake pregnancy so she made a decision that made her have to face the harsh reality again. "Okay, Doc. Please prepare for the operation!" Jasmine pleaded. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll schedule it first and we'll contact you later. I think the surgery will most likely take place in about two or three days," the doctor said.

"Ah, it's too bad. I have made an appointment with Jasmine to do a breast-enlarging spa in the evening!" Nina is a little disappointed, "Well, let's make another appointment. You can go with her." Sunny hears Nina's disappointment and hastens to incite her, "Nina, come with us! It's my first time, too. I hears from Jasmine that the spa is really effective. She's done it for half a year, and her bust has increased from B cup to c cup!" Nina is a little suspicious, "Is it really so effective? You're pregnant, can you do the same?"

She switched to her therapist mode. "Alright." Linda sniffed and sat down. "Let me take my bath and be back in a jiffy." Jasmine replied as she stood up and pick a two piece there. It was silver and purple. She didn't think twice before she picked up the clothes. She took it and went to the bathroom. "Holy mother" She said as she entered the bathroom. The big bath tub that was placed in the middle was filled with water and roses. There was another section of the bath tub that was filled with milk and roses too.

Jack leaned against the headboard and looked at her serene face with a furrowed brow before answering softly, "No, it doesn't hurt." "I read online that you have to get injections and blood tests every day before the surgery. Is that true?" "Yes." "And they also give you some medicine to promote stem cell growth before the surgery?" "Yes." Hazel poked his arm again. "I heard that your body will swell after getting those injections." "It's not that bad." "Then...is there any risk?" "No, there isn't." Hazel nodded. "After the surgery tomorrow, you won't have to stay in the hospital anymore, right?"