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Within twenty minute Misty was again laying on the cold, hard operating table, He had not been allowed to scrub in this time as the cardiac team had a resident aneastheologist. She lay naked under the harsh lights as a circulating nurse quickly draped her body in green towels. She was quickly anesthetized and the surgeon made his incision under her right breast while another nurse taped it out of the way. Her heart was exposed a pool of blood welled into the wound. The hiss of the suction and the tarn was reduced to a trickle. The pericardium was stitched back and the doctor began the task of repairing the heart and locating the hole.
Misty had no idea what was happening only that she felt a stabbing pain in her chest and couldn’t breathe. Oh no please……not now……She pleaded to whoever would listen. He loves me and I have to tell him. She heard lots of activity around her and knew that something was wrong. Adam! Adam doesn’t leave me? I’m frightened? No answer and she willed her mind to concentrate. She felt lots of hands, strange hands on her and wanted to scream but no sound escaped. She saw her body on the operating table again. The bright lights reflecting off the steel instruments. “Scalpel!” Suddenly she was drawn back into her body by an unseen hand. Her body felt cold now as she lay there with her heart exposed.
Adam paced the floor outside the closed theatre doors and willed her to live. He had to be sure. He needed to know. The minutes dragged into hours and he went into the doctor’s lounge to get some coffee. He sat down and closed his eyes. Dr Tainton, Dr Tainton. A nurse was shaking him gently. He came to his feet and looked at his watch. He had been asleep for two hours. “Dr Hostetler would like to see you”. The nurse bustled out and he walked into the bathroom, splashed water on his face and made his way the recovery area. He looked around, he didn’t see Misty. Oh dear god no! No!. No! A voice behind him startled him and he realized he had tears in his eyes. Hastily he wiped them away and turned to see Dr Hostetler’s smiling face. “It’s ok. She’s a lucky one. We’ve moved her to SICU to keep an eye on her but she’ll be fine”. Relief washed over him like a cool wind and he took the stairs three at a time up the surgical intensive care wing, the tears finally flowing freely down his cheeks. Now he knew. He needed her and she needed him and the baby……….HIS baby. They had the rest of their lives together…
THE END
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