Being in a hospital is never fun, period. But there's one thing in this case that seems to make things better; the doctor who visits to check on you more frequently than others. Dr. Kim Namjoon is a totally swoon-worthy cardiac doctor who just happe...
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ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ | "ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ"
My hands continue to shake. I'd never once felt nervous operating before. Even as a medical student, I rarely felt nervous about having my hands deep in the body of a patient. But now, as my hands were carefully buried in Y/n's chest, trying to replace the leaky valve in her heart—I'd never felt more insecure. I felt those nerves. The nerves of failing, of not being able to succeed, and having to watch the line go flat on her heart-rate monitor. Of having to close up her lifeless body, and cover her flawless face. I knew I was so nervous this time because it was Y/n, and I couldn't bear to live with myself if I lost my universe.
I was already three hours into surgery, leading my team through as they all had specific jobs in managing Y/n's care. I'd found the source of the leak in her valve and was already working to take care of it. I'd never felt this guilty for cracking someone's chest open, despite that it was necessary in order to access her heart. I just had to keep reminding myself that it was important in order to save her. I was eventually able to keep my calm as I repaired the valve, which I ended up having to replace. After successfully replacing the valve, the team and I were also successfully able to get her rib cage wired back together. Counting how long it took to stitch her chest and get her all closed up, the entire surgery itself took around five and a half hours.
But it was no bother to me how long it took, as long as Y/n was okay in the end, and now, she is. I'm just so glad that the operation went well, and she's okay now. We had to reschedule that elderly man's rib surgery and trust me, the hospital board will be hearing from me about how their decisions led to tonight's events. I almost lost Y/n because of their negligence. I'll be speaking to Seokjin-hyung about this as well, and we will get justice for Y/n. As I accompanied the orderlies in the halls, walking with them back to the ICU, where her room is, I looked at her, chest heavily bandaged, and passed out completely, breathing through a vent.
I have to say, out of a little bit of my ego talking, I did do an extremely perfect stitch. But then, an idea came to me. I realized that in order for something I'd thought about a while ago to work completely, the tube would be my savior. The intubation tube was the key to everything. I stroked her hair, sitting down next to her once they stopped moving the bed. "You'll be alright sweetheart. And once you're able to come home, I'll keep you safe. You'll never be in pain ever again."
A few hours later...
"Y/n, sweetheart? Can you open your eyes for me?" I ask.
It's been a few more hours now. It was late into the night, and Y/n was just now waking up, the anesthesia just barely worn off. She slowly blinks, e/c eyes slightly fluttering open. She looks at me, eyes continuing to flutter. I shine a pen-light into her eyes, and she squints away.
"Sorry." I apologize. "Are you feeling a little bit better? I have good news for you, I was able to fully repair the valve in your heart, and you're going to be just fine."
