Upon our arrival into town, a crowd seemed to have gathered near the hospital. We pushed through the commotion as best we could and managed to get inside the building. The whole place was understaffed and Gerard was madly running around the halls doing his utmost best to help his patients. As we strolled through the rooms we saw pain and suffering and that’s when he noticed us.
“Oh just in time, Here! Put this on I’ll explain on the way” The priest and I geared up and properly wore the necessary garments, but we still weren't as confident regarding the task at hand.
“So, you want us to assist you while you do a heart transplant,” I said while the three of us quickly headed into the operating theatre.
“Pretty much, yeah!” Gerald replied confidently.
“Right…” The priest and I stared at each other uncertain and highly strung. We opened the door and there it was a living corpse. Knowing what was to come I stood for a second and grasped some air.
“Alistair!” Gerald called out to me worried.
“I’m fine, let's just get this over with.” The Doc carefully cut the patient open and throughout the entire procedure, he did most of the heavy lifting. Gerald mostly required us to fetch certain utensils and clean already used ones. Everything seemed to be going perfectly fine, so much I actually smiled a bit. However, towards the end of the procedure, Gerard managed to deeply cut himself. In that instance, a high pitch ringing interrupted my thought and all voices faded.
“Alistair… Alistair!” The urgent cry of the priest snapped me back to reality. But I was still at a loss
“Um, yes?!” The priest applied pressure to his wound.
“The Doc can’t possibly do his work under this current condition. You’ll have to step up.” Once again I closed my eyes and pushed back all doubts.
“Right! You take care of him. I still remember him explaining it to us. I’ll do it!”WC: 335