Novel & Cerita Stay Off My Operating Table

Nicholas' movements gradually changed in nature, and he began exerting more force. I gripped the edges of the examination table with both hands and could not help crying out, "It hurts, doctor!" If Nicholas hadn't been supporting me with both hands, I would already have fallen in a heap. "I've finished checking. There are no problems. We can go on to the next step." By the time I had recovered, I was already lying on the examination table. The restraints beside it held me down firmly.

He asked, but before I could respond, I fell unconscious. When I opened my eyes, I realized I was lying on the bed and Ethan was seated on the couch beside me. I looked around and realized I was still in my room before moving my gaze back to Ethan, who had a blank look on his face. “How are you?” He asked, but I didn't respond. Instead, I glared at him and looked away. “We are leaving for India tomorrow,” he announced, forcing my attention back to him. “Why?” I asked, confused. “For your operation. The doctor said you have to be operated on within the week, as your constant passing out isn't a good sign,” he said, causing a heavy sigh to leave my lips.

I say. The doctor doesn’t move. “His vitals are dropping,” he says quietly. “We need to operate now. You cannot come any further.” The doors swing shut in my face and I stood there staring at the closed door that separated me from Kingsley.

I opened my eyes to the blinding glare of a shadowless lamp. The familiar scent of disinfectant permeated the air. There was also the beeping from a heart rate monitor that made one anxious. I had been trapped in an operating room. Matthew was lying on the operating table. He was deathly pale. His chest had been cut open, but the surgery had been temporarily stopped because of the excessive bleeding. A few young doctors were huddled in a corner, wearing matching helpless expressions. It was obvious that Terry had spent a fortune on them to be my assistants.

“Hello sir, you cannot be here. Can you please step outside?” The more they asked me to step out, the faster I stepped in J was on the bed unconscious, they had oxygen to her nose, what the fuck happened?! “Sir, sir? This is an operation room, please get out!” “Someone come and get this man out of here!” I left the lump in my throat, it began to hurt so bad I found it difficult to breathe. I shook my head with my hands raised to hold it, what the fuck happened?!

Every piece of stainless steel seemed to reflect his panic back at him. The nurses lifted him onto the operating table and the chill of the metal against his skin made him flinch. They connected him to a series of machines, the quiet beeps reminding him he was one heartbeat away from a real-life nightmare. A too-cheery anesthesiologist leaned in with a smile, sounding like he’d memorized this speech a hundred times.

I should have been used to it, but my chest still twisted with a sharp ache. Finally, I couldn't help but ask, "If I die on the operating table, would any of you be sad?" As soon as the words left my mouth, all three of them gave me an annoyed look. "Stanley, it's just a kidney! You're not going to die!" "Even with one kidney, you'll be fine. Stop pretending to be pitiful!" "I've hired the best medical team. You'll be fine. Now go do the surgery and stop making a fuss."

“I’m sorry.” Then he straightened. His voice shifted. Clinical. Controlled. “We’re operating tonight.” For a second the words didn’t land. I blinked. “What?” Operating..? I don’t understand did something else happen while I was away. He met my eyes. “We’re taking him in tonight. We can’t wait.” “No. Wait.” My brain scrambled for a plan. “We can’t just.. what are you doing exactly?”

But I never imagined he would look scary as how I can see him right now. “Will you guys shut up!? Any word coming from the two of you right now makes me lose focus. That is the exact same reason why family members aren’t allowed on the operating table,” Matt grunted his dissatisfaction against Marco and Gab. Although he continued doing his job as a doctor, Matt did not restrain himself from speaking his heart out. He even sounded blaming. “Have I been with you guys? Nothing as severe as this would have happened! Whose idea was it to keep me out?” he sneered.

Then planted both palms on either side of my body, effectively boxing me in against the operating table as he leaned closer, making sure I didn't miss a single word. "The drugs in your system increase the risk of the second, faster procedure." His voice had lowered considerably. "So I'm not going to sugarcoat this.” “The pain would be worse than being torn apart by horses... and skinned alive." He allowed the horrifying comparison to linger between us before delivering the final blow. "We can't use pain relief either." The blood drained from my face. My fingers instinctively curled against the edge of the operating table until my knuckles turned white. My body trembled uncontrollably, and a