She scoffed in response to his pathetic whimpering, all his twisting and turning had made the grip difficult to hold onto anyways and since she'd conveyed the point, she let him go... At no point did she think she looked crazed or anything, her demeanor was calm, she was simply setting some ground rules. As the doctor explained what he needed help with, she began analyzing what would constitute as successful completion of their mission, because if it was dependent on the life of the victim, no matter how well they assisted, it was too dependent on the doctor for it to be fair...
As Tsuru, which is what she decided to call him walked towards the doctor, she just felt inclined to do the same, since time was apparently of the essence, that is when she heard what he had to say, rolling her eyes at his attempt at being soft, convinced that even the patient in the OR could probably hear him. Her brows furrowed in response to his assumption... his insult. She opened her mouth to say something, to retort, to tell him that she was perfectly capable of handling the instruments. But in response, what the doctor suggested actually seemed to serve her. If she just had to read of screens, it would save her effort, maybe even culpability, since the chance of the patient surviving if he needed a transplant and they were using rookies as nurses, seemed rather low.
So she closed her mouth, took a deep breath and responded in a dull tone. 'Had no intentions of playing nurse anyways, I can read the vitals.' she scowled at her partner, just to let him know that she was aware of what transpired between him and the doctor. She wondered if she actually needed the gloves since she wasn't going to be touching anything, but questions involved conversation, dialogues which she didn't want to have.
All scrubbed in, her eyes found the monitors and she began reading, just as the doctor made his incision 'BP is rising, steadily... Won't he bleed out if you cut him open... at that rate I think he'd kick the bucket...' She muttered, the doctor eyed her, almost plaintively, as he dropped his scalped and send Tsuru off to clean it or something. She cleared her throat. As he reached for the bone saw, once he set it onto the sternum and began cutting through the bone she brought his attention to another sign... 'Heart rate is high too, he must be nervous, probably knows you're understaffed, probably thinks he's going to die...' It wasn't like she was trying to be pessimistic, the vitals just didn't seem stable enough to her for a transplant. The doctor cleared his throat and turned to look at her, he lifted the saw away from the patient, but didn't turn it off... She wanted to draw attention to that, but that wasn't her job.
He clamped off the vessels and took another scalpel to make some incisions, along the vessels... 'Respiration seems compromised, oxygen saturation is falling... Do you really think he's going to make it. That's when it happened, the doctor was glaring at her, while reaching over to change scalpels... He cut himself on the whirring saw... 'What the hell?' she hissed as blood gushed from him and he collapsed to the floor... of course Tsuru came to his rescue, she bet they were having a real emotional connection as the doctor chose the patient over his own injury. A rather confused looking Tsuru made his way to the patient and stood over him, completely frazzled.
She rolled her eyes. 'Oh move over, Tsuru, go help the doctor, I'll do what I can.' she said, lifting her hands and pushing him away with her hips. 'I've seen this surgery done in medical shows I've watched, how different can it be in practice...' she muttered, talking to herself. She stared into the bloody mess carefully, it seemed the heart was already detached, so she moved it around a bit, before carefully plucking it out of the body, and replacing it with the donor heart. Following that it was like she had been possessed by some cardio-thoracic surgery god, or at least she felt that way. She let the vessels remain clamped as she reattached the new heart's vessels to the body... A fair bit of time passed... but somehow she retained focus... 'I- I don't know how well I'm doing.' she admitted as her frenzied state elicited a moment of weakness.
'Are you done with the doctor, Tsuru?' she asked wincing, right before she removed the clamps. 'Ok... no bleeding... but the heart isn't pumping on its own...' her eyes darted to the vitals, pressure was dropping, her fingers gently began massaging the donor heart as she began chanting. 'Come on damnit, just beat so I can get outta here...' she said it over and over till it became true. 'Ok... If the doctor is recovering, maybe you can do your fairy dust thing on him and then the doctor can close up? I think I've had enough of staring into a body cavity for one day...' her voice was soft, almost faint as she walked away, heading out into the scrub room. She snapped her hands out of the glove and then fervently tore the bloody scrub off.
1784/1000
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