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Chapter 10

Aris POV

I arrive back at the surgical suite and greet my patient, answering any last questions she may have.

I then use a Sharpie to make my surgical prep marks before leaving her with the anesthesiologist while I scrub in.

The surgical nurse that will be assisting me today, Lisa, helps put my gloves on...or would, if they fit.

"These are too small. Did you grab the nine and a half?" I ask frustrated as I hastily peel these off.

"Uh...no, I grabbed the standard sevens," she looks at me nervously.

She reminds me of one of those shaking little Poodles.

"I'm not a standard guy," I say, arching my brow as I hold my long, skinny hands up while her eyes widen. "They special order the nine and a half for me. They should be over in the supply cabinet."

I'm trying not to lose my patience with her by reminding myself that she's never assisted me before.

I technically wear a ten, but since my hands and fingers are so long and skinny, the tens aren't as snug as they should be.

She returns with the proper pair and helps me slide them on.

I flex my fingers a few times. Ahh...this feels better.

"I'm sorry about that," she apologizes. "I've just never met anyone who takes anything above the standard," she blushes, and I know what she's thinking – big hands and big feet equal a big cock, which in my case is most certainly true.

I smirk as she embarrassedly scurries around to help secure my mask and surgical cap. It's obvious that she could never handle the kind of pipe I lay...not that I'd want her to – she's a bit on the chubby side and her hair is frizzy.

I'm 6'4", and I have to bend down, so she can reach me.

I hate her touching me, but it's unfortunately procedure.

I wouldn't mind, if it were Amara...

Her hands tremble as she secures my cap and mask before coming around in front of me and placing my surgical gown on.

Once that's finished, she slips a pair of shoe covers on me and I head into the operating room.

I'm instantly annoyed by the way she's laid the surgical tools out on the tray and begin placing them in the correct order.

"If you ever assist me again, I expect things to be in logical, efficient order – not haphazard like this," I tell her icily.

"I...I'm sorry," she replies shakily. "That's how every doctor I've ever assisted has wanted them placed."

"I'm not them," I grit out. "As you learned with my gloves, I am different."

She nods and then apologizes again. "Sorry, Dr. Sinclair," she says timidly.

"Now that I'm done babysitting, let's get this show on the road!" I bark out frustrated to everyone in the operating room.

I go down the line, saying the names out loud, of all of the tools that are present, as well as bandages and gauze pads, while the nurse opposite of me takes note. This is done to avoid any malpractice.

Lisa nervously hands me my scalpel.

Since the patient chose an inframammary augmentation, I begin by making an incision in the crease underneath the breast, which is called the inframammary fold.