Determination

Chapter One

"Scalpel." I say as I hand the disinfectant to the nurse on my left. The nurse on my right hands ne the scalpel. "Marker first actually." I correct myself and swap out the scalpel for the marker. I make a dotted line right over the mans heart. "Scalpel." I say while handing the nurse on the left the scalpel. The nurse to my right handing me the scalpel. I start to cut open where I made the marks. Once it was cut, I handed the nurse on my left the scalpel and asked for the clamps to keep the incision open. I set the clamps where they need to be and left them there. "Bone cutters." I say while reaching my hand out towards the nurse on my right. He hands me them and I get right to work. I have to be quick, but steady. "Someone get the machine over here. Along with the heart. I want this to be quick and clean." I say while cutting the last rib and putting it on the metal tray. I give the nurse on my left the bone cutters while asking for the strings. To move the nerves. I grab the strings abd move the nerves over without damaging them. "I need the machine. Is it ready?" I ask impatiently. "Yes, it is ready." The other nurse replies. "Alright, I am going to start the transplant. I need all hands on deck. Jerry," the nurse to my right, "I need you to put the tubes where they need to go when I cut it. Sam," the nurse to my left, "I need you to take the heart and hand me the new heart when I need it. If anything goes wrong, you put the breathing mask on him." I say and everyone nods, listening to me. "Sharp tipped scissors." I say and receive them by Jerry. I cut the first vien and jerry immediately puts the tube where I cut the vein. The same exact thing happens three more time until the heart is fully disconnected. I pick the heart up and set it on a meral tray. Sam hands me the new heart and I set it on top of the tubes, while Jerry pulled them away. "Stitching equipment." I say and Herry hands me them. I take the needle and thread and ready it. I then stitch the new heart to the veins and I am done with the transplant. I unwrap the strings careful enough not to damage anything. After that I put the rib fragments back with some bone glue. I then take the clamps out. I then ready the stitching once again and I stitch the incision, making this another successful transplant. I leave the room and walk to the patients family and tell them the good news. The procedure took two and a half hours. I walk to the break room and change into my running and training clothes. I clock out and say goodbye to my co workers. When I get outside I smell the crisp clean air. I smile a bit and start running towards my personal gym and shooting range. I ran for the mile and reached my gym. I was panting when I unlocked the door. This gym was large. It has two fighting rings, four treadmills, six punching bags, a sound proof shooting range, stools, fighting mats, crunch bars, and a kitchen. Being a successful doctor really paid off. I go to the kitchen and get a water bottle out if the fridge. I turn on some Metallica. I drink my water as I slowly walk towards my favorite, the punching bags. I smile as I set my water bottle on the ground. I start to hit the punching bag without protection. I like the sting it brings. I start going at it. I hit it with lighting spped, even kicking it a few times. I stop abruptly and stare at it while panting.

~*flashback*~

"You promise you won't leave me?" 16 year old me asks my dad. "I promise."

~*present*~

"You broke your promise." I mutter. I punch the punching bag really hard. Making my knuckle crack, but I am to upset to notice. "You broke your promise." I say louder. I kick the punching back hard. "You broke your promise!" I yell and start beating the punching bag. I collapse to the ground and start sobbing. "You.. you broke your promise." I whisper. I roll onto my side and curl up into a ball.

~*Flashback*~

"I love you baby girl" Dad said while laying on his death bed. "Be successful. Find someone who makes you happy. Don't rush into anything. Most importantly," Dad caughs, "be safe." . "I will dad. I love you" beeeeeeep . "No, no, dad! Wake up, please! Your the only person I have!" I sob as what seems as a million nurses swarm in. A nurse drags me away from my now dead dad. "No! No! He can't be dead!"

~*Present*~

I cry harder as it all comes flooding back. "Why, dad. Why?" I ask. "Why did you leave me?" I whisper.

I calm down and get off the concrete floor. My hand is hurting really bad. I walk over to the kitchen abd get a bag of ice and hold it onto my hand. I cahnge into some sweats and a jacket and walk home. Which is across the street. Thank god. I sniffle and unlock my door. Once I enter my house, I imediately go upstairs and kick off my shoes. I change into my pajamas and I call my work to see if I need to go in. My boss said that I can have the day off. I then lay down on my bed and silently cry myself to sleep. Thinking of my dead dad.