THE LAST WOLF STANDING.2 ✅ Complete and Edited

🕐🕖: BANDAGED STEM

Cold, empty, bright, cold, that's all it felt when she moved her fingers as that is all she could do with both of her arms strapped up. Buzzing where was that Fucking sound coming from, she struggles to open her, eyes flipping her lids once sipping in that annoying bright white light forcing her to close them shut again. The loud buzzing increases, the stupid bright white light she had to suffer through upon blinking several times searching  the for something to solidify where she was. The stench of rubbing alcohol strong in the room provoking her nose that would not help. Then there was that beeping sound followed a lot of talks more like demands from people dressed in blue well protected for IPC management. "Is the blood still running?" "Pass me a short artery forcep. This was a nasty cut." "Heard she is in the gymnastics team you better do a good job down there." "Concentrate on your brain Peepsqueek." "Am tall ... Am sitting on a stool. Don't judge." "You are still three Pikachu's stacked together shorter than me." Both doctors laugh at the small conversation. Wait did he say brain. Things were a bit foggy but the few she caught she kept. The laughter was so loud but she watched enough medical drama to understand the tension in the air needs a bit of relief. The one not laughing in the room was the scrub nurse as she needed all eyes on deck to keep them from forgetting cotton swabs in her system. "Pt is still under sedation for fifteen minutes, pick up the pace." "Right on it Steven." Medical language was floating above her and to add on to the disturbing stabbing pain was that beeping monitor keeping the team alert In case of any changes in vitals. This is why she hated hospitals.

On the other side, theatre 2 was another, "keeping his oxygen flow to 10L per minute." Was all loud and clear to his so called sedated body. "Bone reset," the orthopedician proud of his work as he comes to the ending of his part of the operation. "You better do a good job on that arm it's gold." Chuckles the Neuro surgeon stitching the final parts of Derrick's back head skin.  "You know the guy." "My son goes to his school. He is the ice hockey captain. I go to all their in-school games. He plays like a shark in water. They call him the silver speedster." "Hmm no pressure at all. What did they call you back in high school?" "The dancing king." The whole theater roars in laughter upon hearing that "My bones may be creaking when I walk next to you and my legs are slower but back in highschool I pulled moves like a snake, no bones. Definitely no need for an orthopedic." "So when was my services so dire to you? Was that before or after you pulled your disc." Again another roar of laughter, they all almost forgot the tension in the room. "No one ever forgets their prime but the youth will always remind you of your age." "Look at you talking like you're nineteen and am next to death's door. We are age mates." "You wish you are seventeen minutes older than me." "Same thing." "No bro can never it takes seventeen minutes for me to turn 65 when you are already 65." "Talk to the wall my ears are busy." "Petty much." "Boys thirty more minutes of sedation am not adding."

Outside at the waiting area stands a very frustrated and worried family of the two victims, keeping themselves busy by pacing back and forth. "Well this is taking decades." "She had severe injuries and they are practically doing two life saving operations at the same time. All thanks to you." Mick comforts handing him a second plastic cup of Luke warm water just how he liked it. The male needed it. "Am just saying it will do us good with some news." A very worried Dean whisper shouts drinking the clear liquid trying to calm himself down. If only there were no witnesses they could have healed her in an instant. Now they have to go thru this slow annoying process cannot heal her so as frustrating as it felt all they could do was wait. "He is going to be fine, they are going to cast his hand." Informs Jonathan listening in on. "And the back off his head." "That's good too." "Thank heavens. He is going to hate wearing a cast." Whispers Stella as she takes a sip of water to calm her nerves. "He has no choice everyone saw his injury, he has to act it out or else. Does father know?" "Yes, he is a bit busy he'll come in later." "Typical." "He has too much on his plate." "If his plate is too heavy he should learn to share it with his brats, why else did he make them?" "That's a conversation you can't have here." She warns glancing at the two brothers on their right drinking the water.