Worth Living For {Completed}

Chapter 4 | The Surgery

          When I got to the front desk, the woman at the front desk ignored me. I reached back behind the desk, picking up at large chart, tacked back to a clipboard and titled in neat black letter "Operation Room Schedule" my shaky hands fumbled through the pages, was my family in surgery. 

          Where was my Mother?  Where was my Father?  Tears threatened to stain my cheeks but I held them back with all my might and sucked in my breath.

          I let it out when I read the bolded words: Gerald Broflovski, Room Number Four.  My father.

          Where was the surgery room? I frantically thought, my breathing becoming rapid and my heart beating faster, the sound of the heart monitor screaming in my brain.

          "Tim, where you headed?" a woman spoke behind me, running after a male in a lab coat.

          "I have an emergency in surgery room four, I have to go" he put up his hands as if to say sorry-not-sorry and started to walk at a fast pace down a corridor.

          My head jerked up at the sound of this and I dropped the clipboard, the wood clattering back onto the information desk.

          Then I started to jog, my eyes followed the male surgeon as he headed down one set of hallways leading to a set of large double doors, leading to the surgery rooms.

          I followed hot of his heels. He groaned loudly, and pressed his palms against the double doors, and I carefully slipped threw, stealthily with him.

          My eyes darted between the rooms, looking for a number four, my heart beating faster and faster in my chest I stalked the man until he came to a room, room number four.

          An older female surgeon rushed up to him and pulled him closer.

           "What do we have?" the male surgeon I had been following cried out in a booming voice, shouting to the other participants in the surgery.

           A short orange haired doctor with scrubs and a cloth around his body removed the face mask around his mouth and nose and started to prep the Doctor I had been following for surgery.

          "Male, early fifties, car accident on highway 101, head on collision. He has massive internal bleeding, and ruptured one of his kidneys, he is unstable" the man explained, handing the Doctor a set of plastic surgeon robes and a face mask.

          The two surgeons headed into the room with my Father on the table. My heart pounded so loud in my chest it was all I could feel, the beating of my heart pounding in my ears, it was all I could hear.

          I was the only one left in the preparing room. I tried to soften my breathing, how could this be happening? I asked myself.

          He's going to die, the gravely voice cackled.

          Dearie, you have to keep believing, he'll be okay.

          I swallowed hard and fought back the tears, Promise?  I asked the voices in my head.

          Promise, the softer voice said.