The Pack's Royal Doctor; 3-Time Rejected Omega
I was able to save out extra thirty minutes for stiching, cleaning and disinfecting.
The monitor was as steady as should be, the bleeding was reduced to a safe minimum. Everything went smoothly, until it didn't.
Just as I knotted the last part of the stich, the monitor started fluctuating, the sharp noise of it's unstable recordings piercing through the air.
My gaze darted to the stitch lines and my eyes widened as I saw a thick flow of blood pooling around the lines.
Before I could even think, the stitch broke, blood splashing out and all over my face and the scrubs I wore.