Stay Off My Operating Table Romane & Geschichten

"The difference is that I was bullied every day for being ugly." He held my hand that was in my lap. "You're not ugly. My offer is still open. I'm ready to help to heal your left cheek." I shook my head slowly. "I'm not ready to face the operating table. What if there's a complication or a doctor with bad intentions like you had experienced? No. Let it be this way." He didn't insist, so I felt at ease. I sat closer and rested my head on his shoulder. We sat on the sofa facing the television but didn't fully watch the news. We chatted more.

“Thank you, Kier. I appreciate it.” The doctor finally came in and rushed over to my mother. He checked her eyes and felt her adnominal, then listened to her heart. He stood and looked at us. “I need to operate. She is bleeding inside, and I need to stop it. I cannot operate on this bed I need a hard surface like a table.” “The dining room table,” I said still shaky. “That would work. I will also need my instruments and my assistant.” “I could get them.” I heard Galen say. “I will teleport them here.”

The doors to the operating floor swing open seconds later. Someone adjusts the monitors beside me. Another doctor steps forward, focused and calm. Then I hear the words that finally make everything irreversible. “We need to act now.”

"If this is just to say thank you, there's no need. We don't accept gifts here." He paused, then added lightly, "But if it's because you want to give it, we can call it something else. A birthday present, maybe." She blinked, confused, but understood that he would not accept it today. … The final stage of treatment required surgery. Because of what had happened before, she felt nervous the night before. On the operating table, her face turned pale, her body trembling despite her efforts to stay calm. Henry wore a mask and leaned down until only his eyes were visible. They looked warm and steady.

FEDORA’S POV I stood outside the special operating room, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The surgery to save Neio's life was about to begin, and I was tasked with assisting the process while Lorcan and other important staff members observed us from behind the window. Dr. Warren, the renowned surgeon, stood beside me, his presence both reassuring and intimidating. As our surgical team prepared, I could feel the weight of our practiced routine. We had rehearsed this procedure countless times, our expertise shining through their precise movements. The surgery commenced, and the room filled with focused determination.

I take one last look at Carter and then nod stepping out of the operating room. I step out and slide down the wall sitting with my knees up against my chest. Everything has come crashing down on me. All my fears and worries as I sit there with the emotions falling out of me before I can process what is happening. I feel someone come and sit next to me, but I cannot see who it is for the tears.

I coldly told the nurse and quickly ran to the operating room. “Yes, Doc.” The nurse responded and ran to the nurse booth to call my previous team. I couldn’t risk working with anyone since I had never been around her for a while. I can’t just trust anyone doing my operation, or my patient might die without giving them a chance to say their goodbyes. ***

I couldn't sit still anymore. Before I knew it, I had dropped to my knees in front of Zachary. "Please," I begged. "Just let me in. I won't operate. You can get four people to monitor me. I'll just guide the doctors through the surgery. The patient won't last much longer." There were only three minutes left. I clenched my teeth so hard that I could taste blood. When Zachary didn't respond, I lowered myself further and bowed at his feet.

… Tension hung thick in the operating room after what Hector said to the doctor. Wiping the sweat off me, the midwife sighed while shaking her head. The obstetric surgeon, who had been encouraging me, suddenly fell into a trance, as if reminded of something ghastly. Everyone looked grim, though I remained unfazed. As someone with end-stage cancer, I saw no point in saving my life. I forced a smile and wheezed. "Let's carry on. I can still do it…" Enraged, the surgical assistant next to me suddenly hurled the roll of bandage to the floor.

"Non medical personnels are not allowed in the operating room du—" "I honestly do not care about that Doc. It would be best to ignore me and start the process as soon as possible! I am not leaving her side till it's over" Andrea finalized. Now aware that he won't be able to force Andrea out, the doctor began to give orders regarding the operation.