The Only Half I Need - {Synyster Gates - Book 3} -

Chapter 3

It’s been two hours now that the doctors hurried the bleeding girl into surgery. The chief resident operating was groaning in frustration as he looked down at the open wound on the girl’s chest. They had made sure that the wound in her tummy wasn’t as severe and had decided to take care of her chest at first. The girl’s left lung was damaged but they managed to fix it. The problem now was getting the bullet out.

“This is an absolute nightmare.” He put his head back for a minute before looking back down at the severe damage. “Would you please keep suctioning?” He glared at the nurse next to him.

“I’m sorry, Dr Stevens.” She mumbled as she adjusted the tube to aspirate the blood that was pouring out of the injured flesh.

“The bullet went deeper as suspected.” The resident, who received the patient from the medics, said from the other side of the table.

“Not just that. It has ripped open too many veins. If we go any further we risk that she is bleeding out.” Dr Stevens said.

“What do you suggest?”

“I’m still thinking about that, Dr Knowles.” He growled and tried to come up with a decent solution when suddenly the heart monitor went crazy. “What’s happening?”

“Her blood pressure is decreasing rapidly!” The anesthetist called out in panic.

“She is losing blood!”

“But where?!”

“It must be internal bleedings. I don’t see any more open wounds.” Dr Knowles said, slightly drifting into panic. This was not how he wanted his third surgery to end. He couldn’t lose that girl.

“The wound in her stomach …” Dr Stevens said. “Quickly, open her up. You have to find the bullet and pull it out. It’s obviously traveling. I will try and stop the bleeding over here.”

“What if I can’t find it?” The young doctor asked.

“You better get it out, son, or we will lose her.” Dr Stevens pressed out and looked at his colleague with burning eyes.

The adrenaline shot into Dr Knowles veins. He felt the rush and prayed to God for steady hands. Two nurses prepared the wound for him. With one last glance to his mentor he took a deep breath and then looked down to the nasty looking hole.

“Scalpel.” He demanded in a strong voice. His gloved fingers closed around the cool metal and he did the first cut. The noises of the heart monitor that were still going crazy and the urging voice of the anesthetist faded away from him. But, when he did the second and third, cut a huge amount of blood shot out of the wound.

“Fuck!” He called out and pressed his hands onto the wound. His scrub was covered in in red liquid as well as parts of his face.

“Shit! Get blood bags with the right type! I need aspirators and pledgets. NOW!”

The young nurse assisting him quickly ran out of the room. She quickly pulled off the scrub and gloves and pushed open the huge doors. She ran down the hallway, through several doors, towards the cold room where the hospital stores their blood bag supplies.

When Jeremy saw the nurse storming out of the restricted area he felt his heart take up speed. Somehow he knew that this was bad news.

“What’s going on? What’s happening?” He asked concerned when the nurse came back, a number of blood bags in her arms.

“Please, sir, wait here until a doctor comes to inform you.” She said, not really paying attention and left through the door into the unknown. He nearly pulled out his hair as the uncertainty nagged on his insides.