The Doctor and The Surgeon

Ebony's Surgery

I get rushed to the hospital. My whole body aches. Mom is clenching my numb hand. I was drugged by the man then given pain killers by the doctors. We go through the hospital doors. I'm pushed into the I.C.U.. I dose off after the doctors leave. I wake up, I turn my head to see mom and dad talking to a doctor. Mom looks shocked, she takes a seat in the hall. I try to sit up and get a better look. I feel winded. My side hurts like I've been stabbed. The doctor, along with mom and dad come in.

"Whoa!" She says. Lightly pushing me down. "You can't sit up yet, sweety." She adds. "By the way I'm Dr. Hannah. And we have something important to tell you. Would you guys like to tell her?" She looks at mom.

Mom nods. She comes closer and grabs my hand.

"Sweety. Dr. Hanna got an X-ray. It showed you have some broken ribs. You'll need-" I cut her off.

"If I need surgery, dad can do it right?" I ask "He is a surgeon after all." I add.

"Yes, you do need surgery. Sadly, no your dad won't be allowed to perform it. They don't let family operate on family. I'm sorry."

"I see. Who'll be doing it then? Dads the head surgeon."

"Dr. Ryder Calfird. He's the next best surgeon." Dr. Hanna chimes in.

"Can I meet him before the surgery?" I ask.

"Of course. I'll go see if he's free." She leaves.

"You'll be fine. Believe me, if I could I would do the operation." Dad reassures.

After a while of silence, Dr. Hanna and Dr. Calfird enter the room.

"Ebony, Elsa, Jack, this is Dr. Calfird. Dr. Calfurd, this is the Frost family." She says.

He shakes our hands. "Hello." He says.

"Hi." I respond.

When I talk, I feel winded. Mom and dad leave the room as I'm prepped for surgery. I've only had one other surgery. When I was eleven I got my tonsils removed. Which was five years ago. I fall asleep for my surgery around twelve o'clock. I wake up after my surgery. I look at the clock above the door. It says three thirty. My throat feels scratchy and dry. I try to turn on my side to grab my cup off the table next to the bed. My side hurts even more. I can't turn. I realize mom is giggling at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. You just look like a turtle."

"I don't care I'm thirsty. Can you help me?"

"Sure sweety." She grabs my cup and helps me take a sip.

"Thanks mom. Where's dad?"

"He went home to check on Sheila." She responds. "Now get some rest alright." She kisses my head and leaves.