Stay Off My Operating Table Novels & Stories

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.

Her mom was her only family left in the world, and she couldn't bear to lose her! "..." Frost and Georg exchanged glances for three seconds. "Go to the disinfection area, and you can only stay behind the curtain, not close to the operating table." With that, Frost led Bianca, and together with Georg, they went around the curtain into the separate area, completing the disinfection and change of clothes for all three in thirty seconds. Then they settled Bianca in a chair behind the curtain. "Each department, get ready, we'll proceed to the operating table within five minutes," Frost said as he walked out of the separate area to prepare for the surgery.

Judith sighed, "You've been wronged over these years. I don't know if I can make it up to you..." I encouraged her, "Grandma, don't overthink it." As the mobile bed was at the door of the operation room, I was barred by the nurse but Judith pulled and refused to let me go. I leaned over, hugged Judith, and said, "Don't worry. Grandma. I'll wait for you outside." Only then did Judith let go of my hand. The light on the operating room was turned on. I sat at the door, with my heart in a mess.

I can’t— Knock knock. Not frantic. Just sharp. Commanding. The door creaked open behind me. “Dr. Queen?” It was the same nurse from before—Olivia, if I remembered right. Brown-haired, sharp-browed, competent. And now, clearly alarmed. I didn’t turn around. “I can’t do it,” I whispered hoarsely. “I can’t operate on that man.” A beat of silence. Then, “Why?” “It’s private.”

By the third day post-op, he was sitting up and yelling at people. The first person he yelled at was me. "Who told you to get on that operating table?" "Who do you think suspended your privileges in the first place?" "Ivy, do you think I can't touch you anymore?" I stood by his bed, changing his dressings. The gauze came away. The wound was already starting to heal. "Shut up," I said. "Your wound isn't closed yet. Talking pulls the muscles in your back." He actually shut up.

But a determined look from me silenced any protest before it could form fully. Instead, he nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small, resigned smile. "Yes, ma’am. Okay, I’ll ensure everything is ready. We’ll be set to depart within the hour,” he assured, turning to make the necessary arrangements. The operation room buzzed with a mix of tension and hope. Sabrina, standing nearby, gave me a reassuring pat on the back. Her presence was infectious and calming, providing comfort amid the uncertainty. Together, we gathered our essentials, steeling ourselves for whatever lay ahead.

There seems to be a body lying on that table! That voice vanished instantly when I reached the operating table. However, my knees trembled and my body fell on the rolling table near me. Different surgical tools scattered the floor, a sharp scalpel even scratched my right foot, but I paid no heed to it. My eyes widened at the body in front of me. My mind is only filled with the person lying on the table. The body that's very familiar to me. I stood up and hissed at the pain in my foot. “Winter…”

The doctor came out of the operating room to tell the Oscars the outcome of the surgery. He didn’t need to go to the waiting room because they were all standing in front of the operating room. Despite all the pleadings of the receptionists and some nurses, they refused to leave that spot, Seth made sure of that.