Hermit on the run

Operating room

Tarlo
"I thought that your CO told you that you cannot do this, you could get fired for this." I said.
"So what, my crew and I were going to retire from the air force later this month anyway. Isn't that right people?"
We took off and headed to the yukon. We arrived there in the late night, probably around 2am.
"Over there there is smoke, we need to fly higher,get a better visual." One of the crew members said. So up to 4000 feet we went. Using thermal imaging from the heli we could see people running around. There was one that was bound to something. I assume that this is John. I heard something beeping.

"Incoming rockets evade!" Yelled one of the crew members. The helicopter veered to the right. "Alright guys light them up but don't hit the captive, he is our objective." Yelled Sara. The gunmen lit them up; they didn't know what hit them. Soon their thermal signatures faded from red to blue. I think we got all of them. We scanned the surrounding woods with thermal there were no more signatures. We touched down in the middle of their camp and filed out of the heli, ensuring to guard the medic who rolled the stretcher to where John was. He was badly wounded but still alive.

He needed a doctor quickly. We got him on the stretcher and let the medic do her work. "Keep him alive long enough for the 18 hour flight." Sara ordered. We reached Hattarvik village and touched down in front of what we assumed was a clinic. The clinic was open and we rushed him past the secretary's desk and quickly found the operating room. Mia was there, shocked to see us. She saw who was on the stretcher and quickly asked the medic what the injuries were. "Large loss of blood due to multiple large slashes,broken ribs and multiple hematomas around the body, likely a major concussion, also a broken nose,'' she replied. Sara, I and the rest of the crew were ushered out of the operating room and left there waiting.

Mia
I was in the operating room taking stock of what we had. I had recently finished surgery on one of the village's sheep dogs. The owner was moving the sheep to a new grazing area and the dog was herding the sheep. It slipped off the edge of a rock outcrop and broke a leg. There were not a lot of emergency visits because of the small population of the Island. I took a deep breath and took in the silence of the room. That peace was interrupted by the sound of a helicopter.

It grew louder until it sounded like it was over top of the building. I heard the main door open and the rapid movement of multiple footsteps. The door to the operating room burst open,multiple people in military fatigues were pushing a stretcher. The medic of the group quickly told me what the injuries were. My heart stopped when I saw who it was. I had to focus. The medic asked if I was ok. "Yes I am ok." I replied. I had everyone else exit the operating room so I could start my work.

I had never operated on a human before, but it couldn't be that different from a dog or sheep right? Just much higher stakes, though some would disagree. "Just do as you were trained " I thought.
First things first, I had to get him stitched up and give him something for pain. I proceeded to find a suitable painkiller. After putting him on some morphine I started on the stitches. Most of the slashes cut deep into the muscle. I started to stitch him up working quickly but carefully. After about 30 minutes the slashes were
stitched up and the bleeding stopped. I gave him a unit of blood to compensate for the loss of blood. I had to reset his nose so I took my hands and cracked it into place."Hope that was correct" I thought as I ordered a CT scan for his ribs. The scan would show both where they are broken and show if there is damage to any of the organs.

The result of the scan came back relatively quickly, 2 broken ribs however the damage to the spleen requires removal. This surgery is generally safe. I prepped the surgery table and tools required. My hands were shaking as I started the surgery. Not a great start.I had to be careful when making the incision. I made a large incision in the abdomen about 3.5 inches long. With the incision complete I took a deep breath and continued with the next step. I started to move aside the muscle among other tissues so I could access the spleen. All the while I am making sure he does not lose too much blood. I finally got to the spleen and started the removal process cutting away the tissue that holds it to the rest of the body. I then removed the spleen using the forceps. Then placed it in the metal bowl to hold it for now. I then grabbed the stitches and sewed the muscle and tissues back together. His vitals were still stable. Let's hope they stay that way. With the surgery done I let him sleep off the anesthetic while I cleaned up. Now We just had to wait.