Crow. | Angeless [C]

Chapter 28 | Mr. Doctor Man

          I wasn't sure if I was looking at the long lost member of The Who or a homeless man. Either way, this wasn't exactly a creature I'd pin as a doctor. Let alone an anesthesiologist. Next to any fields involving neuro, it's one of the most challenging fields there is. All anesthesiologists are highly intelligent people because they have to know every body like the back of their hand.

          Their job is to distribute and manage anesthetics and pain medication during surgery. It sounds simple, but every creature and body needs different treatment. From the simple things like weight and nationality, to the more complicated things like disease and illness, they have to know how to approach all of it properly. They don't get a second chance either. If they fuck up once, they risk losing the patient. To try to tell me this elf in front of me, who looks like the type to lose his glasses when they're on top of his head, is going to be sitting in on my husband's surgery is a little... nerve-racking.

          Emerson leaned his forearm on the doorframe of his office, "Yes, Remington?"

          He gestured back to us, "JC's here for you."

          "Ah, thank you." His eyes carried over to us. He had one of those smiles that just lingered. It wasn't a full on smile, but he never let his face rest either. "And I see you brought a friend."

          "I hope you don't mind. He's the patient's husband, but he's also a trauma surgeon." JC responded.

          "It's not a problem with me." Emerson stepped out of the doorway to his office and approached me. He grabbed my hand to shake, "Emerson Barrett."

          "Angelo Cerulli." I said.

          There was something oddly endearing about him that I wanted to trust him. He might be a little, okay a lot, unconventional, but he had a sweet charm to him. Who am I to judge a book by their cover? I'm still weary. Just not as much as when I initially saw him.

          "It's a pleasure to meet you. Please, come in my office." He gestured back towards the door.

          JC let me go ahead of him, then shut the door behind us. This office was just like his; old fashion. There was modern technology but it was built with a rustic feel to it. Aged wood had these gorgeous carvings in them. Like I've said before, elves like their details. It's very romantic actually. When you realize exactly what you're looking at, it's not as much.

          Emerson already had Chris' x-rays up on the light board. He had yet to turn them up but I saw where he had marked them with the patient name. This type of thing... You never think it'll happen to the one you love. You see it happening to those around you or in movies. You just never think it'll be you in that situation. As old as I am, I'll never get over how surreal this can be.

          "I looked over the medical records you sent me. Hallow Hex, it can weaken one's susceptibility to sedation, but on the flip side of that, he is still a vampire. They are rather difficult to keep under." He said, unable to keep his hands still. Emerson was one of those people that just talked with his hands but it added to his eccentricity.

          "Is that your way of telling me it's going to be difficult?" JC asked.

          He titled his hand side to side, his head following the same motion, "It's not going to be the hardest thing I've ever done, but it's certainly not going to be a textbook procedure. I certainly can keep awake for that long and I know how to do my job well. I just want you aware that we're going to have to have good communication during this. I definitely don't want to wake him but I surely don't want to force him into a coma."