Sweet Creature
"That's what I'm going to fix, Jasmine."
I cautiously opened my eyes to see Harry and Dr. Payne looking at me intently.
"I'm going to do a few more thing, okay?"
I slowly nodded my head as Harry grabbed a marker from his scrub pocket.
He went behind me head and moved my hair out of the way before I felt the marker touch my neck.
"So the OR knows that I've talked with you. Once they see those initials and me, they'll know that you're a special patient, basically a VIP."
Harry joked as smiled, showing his pearly whites.
"Alright. How about you just lay down for now." Harry suggested as Dr. Payne was doing something on the side.
Harry helped guide my shoulders gently down onto the stretcher.
I saw Dr. Payne walk to my bedside; he was on the left, Harry was on the right.
"Do you have any final questions, for either of us?" Harry asked as he gave Dr. Payne a glance.
"Is it scary to be put under?"
"It's as simple as going to sleep. You'll just breath into a mask and then fall right to sleep. Best sleep of your life, I promise".
Dr. Payne seemed pretty certain of his skills.
"Anything else?" Harry seemed a little less stressed and more sympathetic, maybe because we were nearing the surgery.
"How long will the surgery take?"
"I'm not sure. It depends on how much bleeding there is, when I get in there. Maybe a few hours."
As soon as Harry explained that, it was all coming to a realization. Doctor Harry Styles, my boss, is about to do brain surgery on me, for the second time.
I'm about to be put to sleep.
This is all so sudden, just earlier today I was getting braces, and now I'm having surgery, at the place I work at.
I heard a loud, fast beeping behind me.
"Harry, I'm scared."
"I see that, Jasmine. But you'll be okay. I'll be with you the entire time. How about we give you some lorazepam and you can relax for a few minutes before I take you to the OR."
I begrudgingly nodded my head as I felt Harry stroke the hair on top of my head.
I felt Dr. Payne fiddle with the IV in my arm before I saw a syringe get connected to it.
"This will help your nerves. I have to go to the OR, but I'll see you guys in there." Dr. Payne said before leaving.
Harry worked on my chart for a few minutes before his pager went off.
"You ready?"
"Nooooo."
"That lorazepam isn't kicking in, yet?"
"Ohhh nooo, I feel it. I'm soooo tired, Harry."
"Well, you're about to take a nice nap, so just wait until we get to the OR, which is where we are headed right now."
I watched as Harry concentrated on pushing the stretcher out of the curtains and down a hallway, before he stopped, putting on a navy blue scrub cap, to match his scrubs.
His scrub cap covered his gorgeous locks of hair.
"Has anybody told you how gorgeous you are?"
"I can't say that I have."
"Well you're drop dead gorgeous. I'm so lucky that you're my neurosurgeon and my boss. Who would've thunk, that the Dr. Harry Styles was a neurosurgeon and not just a businessman. There's no way I couldn't go to London, it's just such a honor." I continued to ramble on.
"You are not going to remember any of this." Harry said with a chuckle as he tied a mask around his face.
"What? Yes I will. Just you watch."
I watched as Harry entered the OR.
I've never seen the inside of an OR before.
It was freezing.
There was so many different instruments, objects, machines all over the place.
I heard multiple people in blue scrubs greet Dr. Styles as he walked in with my stretcher.
People wouldn't stop saying hi to him.
When Dr. Styles stopped the stretcher at the OR table, he gently put me on the stiff OR table.
"I'm going to scrub in, entertain Dr. Payne behind you."
Harry walked away, leaving me with mr quiet.
"Dr. Payne, can you imagine how popular Dr. Styles is. Everybody knows him."
"Well he is both of our bosses. He hired everybody in this room, including you and me. So it makes sense that everybody knows him."
"Yeah I guess you're right."
I watched as Dr. Payne was doing something, but he looked upside down.
"You're upside down." I giggled out, seeing Dr. Payne shake his head.
Harry walked over, fully scrubbed wearing a mask and gloves.
"I think we gave her too much lorazepam." I heard Dr. Payne say to Harry, but I didn't pay attention to them.
"Nah, she'll be okay. All her worries went away, and that was my goal."
"Any last words, Jasmine?"
There was silence for a brief second before she spoke up.
"How are you so gorgeous?"
Harry laughed at what I said, but it wasn't a joke, I guess I'll have to ask him again after surgery.
"Sing for me."
Harry seemed taken aback my request.
"Please."
He cautiously looked at the people surrounding us and gave a nod to Dr. Payne.
I felt a mask get placed over my face.
"Count down from 10 for me Jasmine." I heard Dr. Payne say from behind me.
"Only if he sings."
"Sweet creature."
"10."
"Sweet creature."
"9"
"Wherever I go."
"8"
"You bring me home."
"7"
"Sweet creature."
"6"
"Sweet creature."
"Goodnight, Dr. Korasick."
I drifted off to sleep, hearing Harry's melodic voice in a deep lull.
