Stay Off My Operating Table Novels & Stories

"Walter, don't get worked up. Tess is probably still disoriented since she just regained consciousness not long ago." I let out a cold laugh at his show of concern. The attending physician walked in, frowning as he glanced at Andrew's reddened eyes. "Mrs. Rollins, you've just come back from the brink of death. Your health comes first. Married couples shouldn't hold grudges for that long." I closed my eyes, refusing to talk to anyone. Only the monotonous beeping of the machines could be heard in the room. Right then, a nursing student entered with a syringe. "Mrs. Rollins, it's time for your blood draw."

I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that my heart was beating wildly, and every painful memory I had tried so hard to bury came rushing back at once. “Dr. Hale, we need to start the surgery now. His pulse is...” I could hear someone speaking, but my brain couldn’t process anything. I took a step back, then another, and another. “Is something wrong, Doctor?” “I… I can’t operate on this patient,” I said, my voice trembling. The nurses looked at each other in confusion. I didn’t wait another second. I turned immediately and started walking out of the OR.

her father responds, though his own voice is shaking violently. I stop pacing for a second and lean my forehead against the cold glass of the window. "You can't die, Scarlett," I whisper softly under my breath against the glass pane. "You promised me you were going to prove them all wrong today," I whisper again. "You can't leave me here alone in this useless pack," I add, closing my eyes tight. My wolf whines softly deep inside my brain, exhausted from the constant strain and panic. Suddenly, the red light above the operating room doors turns off with a quiet click.

I cried and pleaded, "No... Mom... please... I don’t want to die. I'll do anything if you let me live…" She was unfazed by my pleas and put away the food she had brought me. "If you don’t want the carrot, then the stick it is! I don’t get why you’re being so dramatic over a minor condition. This is my final decision, and there will be no negotiating!" With that, she packed up everything and left my ward without sparing a glance at me, leaving me all alone to despair in the darkness. On the day of my surgery, she hovered anxiously outside the operating theatre. She was not waiting for me but for Mia, who was conducting her very first surgery that day.

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.

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.

"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."