Hockey and Curls Dont Mix

I'm In The Doctor's Hands Now

I laid awake all night, I didn't have anyone with me, my parents were tired and went home. Harry had to tend to Mikey, so I had laid awake all night thinking. Thinking that this surgery could make or break me.

I mean the cause of it has already ruined my chance at a hockey scholarship, now I only have my smarts to go off of to get me to college hopefully on a scholarship. It could make me, by possibly letting me return to hockey, it can break me by making me stay off of the ice for the rest of my life.

Now I'm mere minutes away from being rolled down to the operating room to be knocked out and having my head cut open for about two to three hours. Then I'm sure I'll wake up with a piercing headache. This has to be the worst day of my life.

I bit at my nails, my mom and dad are sitting, chatting back and forth animatedly, Harry, Anne and Mikey are sitting on the other side of my prep room. Harry keeps sending me worried glances. I'd rather it just be him, he's been the calmest about all of this even though I know it worries him, I can see it in his eyes.

A nurse comes in to check my vitals, jotting things down before exiting, my mother and father going back to their conversation. "Hey mom?" I ask, she turned to me giving me her full attention. "What sweetheart?" She replies. "Can I have a minute alone with Harry?" I asked, she nodded, grabbing my father and leading him out, Anne took Mikey and followed my parents.

"What's up?" He asks, moving his chair closer to my bed. "I'm scared, really scared." I bit my lip hard enough to possibly draw blood. "Don't." He lifted his finger to my lip and tapped it, making me let go and blush. "Don't be scared. Everything will be fine." Harry kissed my cheek. I only nodded, I want his words to be true. One hundred and ten percent true. "What if something goes wrong?" I asked, he sighed and sat on the bed by my legs.

"Mac, this doctor... I trust him. He has been as open and honest as he could be. I believe everything is gonna be okay." He gives me a reassuring smile. I bite my lip and nod, doing my best to process and believe his words. "Alright..." I say, looking down at my hands. "Hazz, thank you." I look up at him, he gives me a confused look. "Thank you for what, love?" He asks, I grab his hand, holding it in my own. "For being supportive, and just being amazing over all." I finish, he smiles, a little blush covering his cheeks. "That's what I'm here for."

We fall into a comfortable silence when a man walks in, he's dressed in scrubs. "Mackayla?" He questions, I look at him and nod. "Yeah?" I bite my lip. He smiles and walks over, sticking his hand out and shaking mine. "I'm Jose, I'm your anesthesiologist. We're going to head on over to the O.R and get you set up to be put under." He states, I look at Harry who stands up, getting out of Jose's way. "You're gonna be okay love.' Harry says, I bite my lip but nod. "Don't worry. She is in great hands." Jose speaks as he unlocks the wheels to my bed and pulls it away from the wall.

"She's got the best surgeon in our hospital." Harry only nods and watches as he wheels me out into the hall, and towards the elevator. "Harry tell my parents I love them." I say loudly, I hear him respond and we get into the elevator and I bite my lip, just wanting this whole mess to be over.

When we get to the Operating Room Jose has me get onto the Operating table and get comfortable, he grabs a mask that has a hose attached to it and he turns on a machine as the team of nurses file in, the doctor behind them. "Now Mackayla-" I cut him off. "It's Mac." I say softly, he hesitates a moment before clearing his throat and starting his sentence over.

"Okay, Mac, I'm going to put this mask on you, over your mouth and nose." He states and brings it over, I bite my lip and nod. I watch the other nurses around me, getting things ready for the doctor. Jose clears his throat to regain my attention. "When I put this on you, i need you to count back from 10, okay?" He asks, I nod as he puts it on me. "Ready to count down?" I only nod and take a deep breath.

"10" he counts with me

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5" I start to feel drowsy and Jose's voice begins to fade out.

"4"

"3" I begin to struggle to count, I'm really, really tired

"2" Jose says

"1"

Everything went Black.