The soft hum of brewing coffee machines and and the bitter sweet scent of fresh espresso eased my tensed muscles as I slid into the familiar chair of the same table I always occupied when I came to the coffee shop. It was a bit of a ritual.
I would wake up at an ungodly hour in the morning and attempt to make breakfast, then shortly after nearly burning my house down I would say good bye to my lovely wife and stop at the 24 hour coffee shop. I had actually fully convinced myself that every cup was hand crafted by God himself. It was also conveniently just down the street from the hospital I operated in.
When the waitress returned with my coffee, breakfast wrap, and bill I would fumble for my wallet and snap the cash in the little booklet before walking hurriedly back to the car. Even after arriving at the hospital, the ritual does not yet end. Kathy Forte, a petite young lady who had only started working here a few years ago, had developed a bit of a fondness towards me and was difficult to work around without some flirtatious gesture. No matter how often I made it evident I was married, it never quite processed in her haze of a female brain. A few weeks ago she was on some form of a streak, becoming much more clingy than usual. It was around the time my wife had slipped on ice and taken a bad fall, that entire week Nurse Forte was obsessively fawning with her large crystal blue eyes, her words, "so sorry about your wife, care for a drink?" still echo constantly in my mind.
This morning proves to be an easier one. After shoving the remains of my breakfast in the garbage I entered the employee entrance before sliding my card and moving swiftly toward the operation room. Pleased to find no sign of Nurse Forte, I proceeded to dress to begin surgery. Finishing the process with the mask secured over my jaw and pulling the gloves over stable hands I met the other surgeons in the operating room. Preparing for surgery, I reached for a few common tools The next patient came rolling in in moments. He was suffering a severe blood clot. After shaving above the problematic region and thoroughly cleaning the bald space, I reached for the required tools to make the incisions for a Craniotomy.
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Clemente
HorrorReserved and stone hearted Sebastian Carlisle has been successfully operating in neurology and neurosurgery since his early thirties, but the repercussions of a severe car crash nearly five years later causes major psychological defects. Shortly aft...
