The Dental Student

C a t or c e

"Ms. Samuels, did you recently get scans for your psychology class?" Chief Williamson asked me, for some reason. 

"Yeah, earlier today, I did, by him." I said and pointing to Bryan who was still standing by the Chief.

"Well one of our radiologists discovered something quite concerning on your scans." He explained as he made sure not to reference to Bryan being that radiologist.

"I also reviewed your scans and found what was concerning. It seems that there is a tumor on your brain." 

What? A tumor? I've been fine, there is literally nothing wrong with me.

I quickly stood up, not believing in the chief's bull crap.

But when I stood up, I suddenly felt nauseous and felt like the room was spinning.

I just saw blurry figures of the Chief and Bryan before I saw the ceiling tiles move in waves and black spots take over my vision.

All I remember was waking up.

I felt trapped and I couldn't tell what was going on.

I saw that I somehow ended up in a hospital bed, attached to a single line, taking me a second to realize that there was a freaking needle in my arm.

I see random medical machines all around me, which leaves me curious as to what the hell happened.

Some other person, obviously a college student, who happens to be wearing a lab coat, walks into my room. I surely hope he's not my doctor, because very few med students are actually good. 

He looks at me and I look at him, resulting in a stare down with no movements.

There is still some stillness, before he finally gives up and moves to get my chart. 

He looks through my chart before squinting to look at my vitals, finally he stops what he's doing and looks at me.

"Do you know what you're going to do?" 

What is he talking about, going to do about what.

I gave him a confused look before he elaborated more, "you know, about what we found on your scans."

I thought for a second, until I realized what Bryan and the Chief had told me, but wait, why did I pass out.

"Why did I pass out though, I'm practically healthy."

"Uh, no you're not. You have a tumor on your brain which is why you passed out." He responded back with sass.

"How would you know, you're barely even a doctor. I have seen you in our same English 3 class before."

In the midst of me winning this argument, I didn't see the Chief walk in, with Bryan trailing behind him.

"Is everything okay in here, Ms. Samuels?" The Chief asked me while giving a scolding look towards the random doctor.

"Dandy." I responded back with attitude while crossing my arms 

"How are you feeling, Ms. Samuels?" The Chief continued to ask.

"Well considering I don't even know what's going on and this phony doesn't even know what he's talking about, I'm a little upset."

As soon as I said that, the Chief gave me a concerned look and dismissed the random doctor and Bryan.

He walked over to sit on my hospital bed as a look of sorrow and concern grew on his face.

"You are going to need surgery to remove the tumor, luckily it's in a spot where it's easily removable."

"Wait, Wait. I need surgery?!" 

"Well if you want to live, then yes." He responded as if I asked a funny question.

"Who's even going to do it? I'm going to have to find a good surgeon that won't screw it up. And what am I going to do about school? What about Dr. Clemens and all my other teachers? What about the dental academy? What about the fact that I'll be missing out on important lecture while I'm having freaking brain surgery?"

"Ms. Samuels! Calm down. I guess you didn't know what my specialty was before I became chief. I know quite a lot about neurology."

"Wait, were you a brain surgeon? Will you do my surgery." I asked him, hoping he would.

"Well I guess so. When's the last time you ate?" He asked me, but I honestly don't even remember, so I just shrugged.

"Maybe a granola bar at like 10?" I responded back, unsure.

"Okay, well I'm gonna schedule your surgery in an hour and a half, at 7. Don't eat anything, I'll be right back." He said while he walked away and Bryan found his way into my room.

"I just wanted to give you your phone, it's been blowing up with texts." He said, seeming sad while handing me my phone.

I looked at my phone, noticing over 5 texts from Noah. He must think that I blew him off. I really don't want to tell him what happened, but I don't want him to think that I blew off. So I decided to text him,  "Uh, I may or may not be in the uni's hospital."

However after I texted him, I never got a reply, so I guess he thought I was lying or something.

I decided to watch Netflix until it was a quarter till 7.

The Chief occasionally came in to check on me and to make sure I didn't sneak a snack in.

An anesthesiologist came in for like a minute to introduce that they were Dr. Haim, and to offer about how anesthesia works, but as a dental student I know all about it, so he left as soon as I told him I knew.

It was getting closer to 7 and I was trying to mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen. 

I mean, I'm not necessarily scared about anesthesia or about the Chief, because I trust him. I'm just scared because I'm having brain surgery. But I'm going to try and stay positive and to not worry. 

The Chief walked in at 5 minutes till 7. He was wearing his full scrubs for surgery and looked confident as he strolled in.

"Scared?" He asked, which I obviously didn't know the answer to. So again, I just shrugged in response,

"Don't worry, you are in good hands." He responded back with a typical, over-confident surgeon answer.

"Anyways, I'll see you in a few minutes." He said with a smile before walking out of my room.

This is really happening.