Stay Off My Operating Table Novels & Stories

"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.

This is about someone’s life, about doing what it’s right, even if the whole situation is wrong on so many levels. The room around me feels like a cage now, and the pressure is building. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to be here. “Where the hell is Rolan now?” “Oh my God!” I walk over to the operating table, my footsteps quiet on the polished shiny tiles. I take one last look at the door, and for a brief moment, I wonder if I should run. But I know that’s impossible. It will be a very stupid decision at this point.

She only hated that she couldn't help her! The door of the operating room was closed, and the surroundings suddenly quieted down. What could be done next was to wait. Every minute and second of waiting was a torment for the people outside.

Her eyes fill with tears as her head shoots up, looking in the direction of the operating room **** Thaddeus's POV I'm terrified as I hold his face in my hands. I can feel him getting weaker. I can feel the painful sensation when the strands to his lifeline, and tethered to me snap every now and then. The sensation is all too familiar to me, and I'm terrified since he's laying here on the operating table, with the doctors working on him. I shouldn't feel it if the doctors are here, right? They should be stopping it, this shouldn't be happening with them here!

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

“Do you trust me?” She nods. “Don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to be alone.” “I won’t. I promise. I’m going to put you under because I need to operate on you, okay? You’re bleeding internally and I need to stitch up your wounds. But I won’t leave you and if I have to step out, I’ll leave Deborah with you, okay?” I stay in her line of sight, my eyes focused on hers, and my voice calm, hoping that it will help her to stay calm.

She walked towards the left side of the operating table where the patient is laying down. “Vitals?” asked by Madison. “All vitals stable.” “Anesthesia has been administered, you can now start the operation,” said by the Anesthesiologist. “Patient is a thirty-four-year-old man who was involved in a car accident. He has a fracture on his arm and left abdomen and suspected head injury. Abdomen will be opened first since a sharp glass stabbed the area and we shall remove it first. After I’m done, doctor Hannah, neurosurgeon will take over and proceed for the head injury. Doctor Kevin will assist.” After explaining the flow of the operation, Madison bowed her head for a silent prayer. “Let us giv

I tried to yell but it only came out as a pathetic murmur. Soon I was laid flat on the operating table forced to stare at the bright blinding lights above. The shiny metal between the lights reflected my whole body as if in a mirror. I watched them bind me to the table so, even if the drug wore off, I won't be able to do anything. It was obvious that this was not their first rodeo. Everyone was working as if through muscle memory. I wondered how many times they had done the procedure that they were about to do to me. And more importantly, why?

Sylvia The bright lights of the operating room reflected off every metallic surface, making the place gleam like a different world, cold, sharp, and sacred. My heart thudded steadily beneath my scrubs as I stood before the table where Governor David Collins lay, prepped and anesthetized, surrounded by monitors that hummed quietly. This was it. The first stage of the governor’s surgery, the most crucial part, the one that would decide if he would even make it to the next.

The near-death experience served as a wake-up call, propelling me to embrace life with renewed vigor and gratitude. Before entering the operating room, there wasn’t much thought in my mind. I was simply going through the motions, unaware of the profound impact that awaited me. However, as I lay on the operating table, my perspective shifted drastically. The fear and uncertainty consumed me, forcing me to confront my mortality head-on.