As Jerri lay on the operating table, she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her. The doctors had explained that her appendicitis was severe, and she needed surgery immediately.
But just as the anesthesiologist was preparing to put her under, a familiar face appeared at her bedside. It was Kaliq, dressed in scrubs and a surgical mask.
"Jerri, it's me," he said, his voice muffled by the mask. "I'm going to be performing your surgery."
Jerri's eyes widened in surprise, but she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She trusted Kaliq implicitly, and knowing that he would be the one performing the surgery made her feel safe and secure.
The surgery went smoothly, and Jerri woke up a few hours later to find Kaliq sitting by her bedside, holding her hand.
"You did it, Jerri," he said, his eyes filled with pride. "You're going to be just fine."
