Stay Off My Operating Table Novels & Stories

I was shaking from fear, pain, and exhaustion. Stay with me,” I begged one of the nurses. “Please don’t leave me alone.” “We’re right here,” she said gently, holding my hand as they positioned me on the operating table. “You’re going to feel some pressure but no pain. Focus on your breathing.” The room was bright, cold, and filled with the quiet efficiency of the surgical team. I felt the pinch of the needle in my back, then numbness spread down my lower body. A blue curtain was raised so I couldn’t see what was happening.

"I can't lose her; she's the only family I have left... She's the only living memory I have of her... mother." I clenched my fists in frustration. Something else to add to the list of reasons why I should be the one on the operating table right now. "Is she still in surgery, or have they said anything...?" "They're still operating on her, sir." We fell silent for a few minutes. We were both lost in our thoughts. I sighed, and suddenly I felt a strange pain in my head. I touched it and felt a terrible throb that made me audibly wince.

Because at this time there were several officers wearing full uniforms in front of him. "I don't expect much from anything, I just want the girl to be safe from all this mess. Hopefully the girl can be saved, that's all I want," Jack muttered. His eyes stared blankly at the operating room door, which was still tightly closed. The light above the door was still burning brightly, a sign that someone was being taken action. Not far from there was a sign with the name of the patient who was performing the operation. Sharren Watson is the name of the patient who is struggling on the operating table.

He said and I chuckled. "Yeah right, just don't stop barking by my side, it's uncomfortable and next time you want to borrow my anaesthesiologist, you'll have to take permission first." I said. "You know what, I have no strength to waste on responding to your bickerings, and you Susan" he said as he turned to face Susan. "Stay away from my operation room from now on and come back when you've regained your senses." He said and walked to the other side of the room.

The red light above the operating room remains on. And all I can do is stand there and wait.

"Your friends are here, but before they can see you, we have to move you out of the operating room." "Operating room? Why was I being operated on?" "When you hit your head in the Cafe, a piece of glass that broke off from a table was lodged into your skull. It caused you to faint earlier. I don't know how your previous doctor missed it, but you are ok now." "I feel fine. I'm not in any pain." "Yes, that is great news. It is mostly because of the medication we have you on. But even so, we still need to keep you under observation and recommend you to not move around too much."

the nurse said gently, trying to guide me away. "But she's my wife!" I protested, my voice cracking with fear and desperation. "I need to be with her. I can't just stand here waiting." The nurse exchanged a sympathetic look with one of the doctors, who stepped forward. "I understand your concern, sir, but the operating room is a controlled environment. We need to maintain a sterile and focused space to ensure the best possible outcome for your wife." Tears welled up in my eyes as I ruffled my hands across my hair, struggling to hold back the torrent of emotions threatening to engulf me. "I won't be in the way, I promise. I just need to be close to her. She needs to know I'm here."

I let out a deep breath and tried to touch her but the doctors prevented me from going close to her. "No, you can't touch her at this time, and please, you have to leave the room because we need to operate on her." The doctor said, "No, I don't want to leave, I want to stay here with her, I want to be by her side while she goes through this." I insisted but the doctors were adamant about sending me out. "No, you can't be here." The senior doctor tried to assure me calmly. "Your presence may disrupt the operation process and make things worse."

The operating theater was a realm of sterile white, punctuated by the gleam of stainless steel instruments. Soft, sterile light bathed the room, creating an aura of focused calmness. Dr. Emily Dawson, a skilled and experienced surgeon, stood at the head of the operating table. Beside her was Nurse Sarah, her steady and efficient assistant. On the table lies Sukoon, contrasted with the turmoil hidden beneath. Sukoon's face was masked, only her closed eyelids visible, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. Monitors beeped rhythmically, measuring her vital signs and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

"Arthur, I know you. You're not the kind of person who could stand by and watch a young man's life get ruined." Evelyn lifted me up on a moral pedestal so high that if I said no, I would become the cruel one. But I had just survived a life-or-death surgery yesterday. The second she walked out, the heart monitor went off. I almost died on that operating table. And still, Evelyn showed no real concern for me. All she wanted was my forgiveness. Every word out of her mouth carried her helplessness and her pity for Thomas. For a moment, my vision blurred. I suddenly felt like I didn't know the woman in front of me at all.