Chapter Eight

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Mr. Martinez's penis was far more swelled than expected. It needed surgery as soon as possible, i told Meredith to run some tests.

I take him to the OR, and start operating. I make a small incision to relieve the pressure, hoping to calm the swelling.

Well that didn't work, but when i opened it and started examining more i noticed something.

He had two small masses, which was probably the cause of the swelling.

As soon as i see that Meredith confirms my theory.

Mr. Martinez's cancer is back.

I sigh and am forced to close him up, since i have no consent.

"Page me when he wakes up." I tell Meredith before leaving

"Hey, Mariah. You want to scrub in on a surgery?" Dr. Burke questions as i walk into the lounge

"What kind of surgery." i ask in return

"A pericardial window." he replies

"Sure." i shrug, seeing as how i have nothing else to do

"Okay, just come to OR 3 in like 10 minutes." he says as he walks away, preparing for surgery i guess.

I get a donut from the middle of the lounge table and eat it with my coffee, devouring it quickly since i had not had breakfast or lunch.

After I'm done with it, i head to OR 3 to scrub in with Burke.

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After the surgery, i get paged by Meredith. I guess Mr. Martinez has finally woke up.

I walk to his room "I thought you were a surgeon! You didn't fix shit!" he yells angrily

"Mr. Martinez, please calm down." i sigh, trying to keep my cool and not explode on him.

"No! I came here for you to fix my problem! And you didn't do that!" he growls

"Mr. Martinez, there was a reason why i needed to stop your surgery." i say

"Why? Is it because your unqualified like i thought? Of course, you're a woman, you're meant for cleaning, not saving lives." he scoffs

That was the last straw, "Look Dean, you want to know why i had to stop your surgery? Your cancer is back! If you had time for me to explain instead of acting like prick with his head up his ass you would know." i snap

"My cancer is back?" he asks, softening his tone.

"Yes, i found the masses and Meredith confirmed it was cancer." i tut

"C-can you fix it?" he stutters

"I can't, i don't want to deal with you. I will assign you to the plastic surgeon." i explain

Before he can interject, i leave the room with Meredith on my heels.

"Meredith, can you please page plastics. Its Dr. Johnson i think." i ask Meredith as i rub my temple

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