Stay Off My Operating Table Novels & Stories

CLYDE “Don’t worry honey, this is almost over. You can do this, okay? I’m right beside you,” said by a woman’s voice whom he assumed the one holding the camera. Based on the background on the scene he’s currently watching, they are inside of an operating room. The extra skinny woman lying on the operation table who has a nasal oxygen tube in her nose, wait— He grabbed the control from her and quickly paused it. “Wait. Is that-,” he started and turned to look at her. She’s still looking at the monitor.

"For her sake and yours, just . . . just don't." Clara followed, never moving more than a few feet away. The not-knowing was killing her. How bad could it be? Shane had moved up close to Tabitha and they exchanged a look. "Anything you need," he said. "No price tags, no reservations." "I . . . I don't know . . . thank you sir," Tabitha replied. They moved Shamira into the OR and Tabitha gently moved Shamira onto a sterilized table. She looked around. "I need everyone to clear out so that I can work and see what I'm dealing with."

“We’re doing everything we can. But the surgeon... he’s out of the country. Went to Chile. Won’t be back until Wednesday. And the other… is on leave.” The ground vanished beneath my feet. My mother was there, between life and death… and no one could operate on her.

As I lay on the operating table, I sobbed until I could hardly breathe. "Sienna, please... don't do this. I'm begging you. I can't lose Adrian." I had always been terrified of being in pain, but what frightened me more was the thought that she might change her mind halfway through. Sienna lifted my chin with a gloved hand, the back of it cold against my cheek. "I've wanted this face for a long time." A strange, feverish light flickered in her eyes.

shatters my soul. “All right,” I mumble, voice husky. “Do whatever it takes to save my family.” Preparations are swift. I take a moment to put on the surgical gown, cap, and mask. My head spins, and all I can think is: “Let everything go well… please, let everything go well.” I enter the operating room, and there she is, lying on the table, wires and monitors connected to her body. The lights are glaring, and the team moves in synchronized precision. I step to Sophia’s side, trying not to show just how terrified I am.

However, Jeff calmed down quickly. His panic faded. He could even raise his eyes to meet Nicole’s cold gaze and calmly said, “I’ve turned it down because I don’t want to die on the operating table.” Nicole suddenly felt like crying. Her eyes were sore as if an electric current passed through, which almost made her lose control. Suddenly, the phone rang.

"YOU'RE not going to let him die, you understand me?!" Keisha slammed the doctor against the wall out of frustration. It's been hours since the surgery started and the doctors inside the operating room are yet to finish. "Yes, Mrs. Galaz, however, you also need to calm down and rest or else you'll also be hospitalized," the doctor reminded her with sympathy.

Richard into the Operating Room. The lights above me were bright, almost blinding, but the only thing I could focus on was George's small, motionless figure on the table in front of me. The hum of the machines filled the room. I heard the steady beeping of his heart monitor, and I prayed it would stay steady. I walked closer to the table. The time was here. "Scalpel," I said in a calm tone. I was trying to suppress the fear that was building up inside of me

"In a way, my love. In a way." The ethereal connection with my father faded, leaving me disoriented and yearning for answers. As I struggled to make sense of the unseen presence, a sudden surge of stinging pain brought me back to the harsh reality. It felt as though a thousand needles were pricking my consciousness, grounding me in the physical world. "Where... what's happening?" I managed to rasp out, my voice fragile and raw. The room came into focus, and I realized I was on an operating table, surrounded by a team of medical professionals in blue scrubs. The sharp smell of antiseptic lingered in the air.

When she entered the operating room, she was still distracted. Many doctors were gathered in front of the operating table. Alice could not get near the table, and she did not dare to rush in. As a result, she was forced to stand outside the crowd. The surgical gown was heavy and made her sweat all over. She was so far away from the operating table that she couldn’t tell if the man was on it was Zayden or not, but she had the gut feeling that it was him. “What brings you here?” A nurse next to Alice asked.