Left for Dead

Chapter 9

Left for Dead Chapter 9

GABE'S POV

I couldn't believe what was happening to me.

I was about to lose my arm!

"Okay, doctor. How the fuck will I be able to keep my arm?" I asked him.

"The only way you can keep your arm is if we go into major surgery, and sew up the vein, so we can cut off the excessive internal bleeding."

Holy fuck. I've never had a major surgery, and I wasn't about to allow this to be the first damn time doctors cut into me for no reason.

"How much will all of this cost?" I asked with a voice stronger than I was feeling.

"Oh... I'd say about five hundred dollars..." he replied.

"Five hundred..." I echoed.

I had just taken about $1500 dollars from the has station so this wasn't a problem.

"We can do this as soon as possible just to get it out of the way. You'd be out of the hospital in just a few hours. You'd be fine." he said in a reassuring voice.

"Okay... I'm just trying to think... Even if I do this surgery, how much would I get to use my arm? I mean, right after the surgery?" I asked with a nervous laugh.

"Well... Right after the surgery, you wouldn't be able to use it too much. But even after the surgery... You'd be able to use about... Seventy percent? You were only using about eighty, so it isn't too much of a stretch." he explained to me.

"It's not too much of a stretch? How the fuck is it not too much of a stretch? I'm losing ten percent of my left arm's function! It's a pretty fucking big deal if you ask me!" I yelled, getting in his face.

"Sir... Calm down, please. I'm going to give you four weeks of physical therapy to regain the lost ten percent, you didn't give me a chance to explain." he said to me.

Fine, let's get this fucking over with.

"Okay, doctor, I'll do it, as in now. So get working. I want this fucking pain in the ass to get fixed up!" I yelled.

"I'll call in the nurses to give you your anesthesia. Just sit tight, buddy." he stated, then left.

I was in the ice cold doctor's room, and then the door clicked open.

The nurse walked in with one red pill and two yellow pills.

I dry swallowed them both, and I instantly started to feel loopy and tired.

I was led down a hallway and turned a few corners.

We walked into a room with a couple of large lights, and then I sat on a bed. I laid my head down on the pillow, and blacked out for what seemed to be hours.

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I could feel the tools working in my arm, ripping, and tearing, and cutting.

Something went back and forth, zig-zagging across my arm. What the hell was that?

I blacked out once again, this time out of pain, instead of some stupid pills.

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I awoke to machines whirring, a heart monitor beeping, and an IV being attached to my hand, with some clear liquid in a bag dripping down the tube.

My left arm was extremely sore, and it didn't feel good to move it at all.

God, I knew this was a bad idea.