Forced to Marry my Ex-Boyfriend's Psychopath Older Brother

Eden's Point of View

Tracing the scalpel with perfect precision, I cut open the flesh, making an incision; sweat dripped down my jaw, my breaths came out shallow, I was basically gasping for air at this point.

I still don't know why I get so nervous whenever a person is laying on the operating table.

Especially when the person is a child.

"Vitals?" I asked just before I commence surgery, the case was delicate, and I fear the outcome of the surgery. I am aware I shouldn't do it, because I wasn't a pediatric surgeon, but time was wasting, and this boy will not make it before a consultant come in.

Even if they use a chopper he won't.

I was sure I could do it, but why am I so scared now?

"BP is at 115 over 80, heart rate is 85, and Saturation is 96%," Nurse Luke replied promptly, I nodded my head because the vitals was good enough.

I can do it, I encouraged myself, and almost immediately my trembling hands slipped and my eyes widened when the very precise scalpel punctured something.

"What is that?" I asked my surgical assistant, Dr. Farha.

"That is the superior vena cava." She answered with the same panic, and I felt my chest tightened.

Fuck, I am fucked.

"The patient is hemorrhaging." She announced, and almost immediately, the alarm sounded from the machines.

"Vitals!" I demanded.

"Pressure is dropping, heart rate is rising, 140 and still rising! We are losing oxygen." Nurse Luke yelled at me, while I tried to fix the damage I caused, I could barely see anything, the entire chest was filled with blood.

"Clamp." I announced trying to steady my breathing, I collected it from the scrub nurse as I held the damaged blood vessel together.

"I need suction." I called out to one of the standby nurses who hurriedly wheeled the suction machine towards us.

"No pulse-he's flatlining!" Nurse Luke yelled again.

"Compressions!" Yelling out, then Farha gets with the compression, I sutured the wound as fast as I could.

"He's stabilizing." That was the only word I needed to hear at this point.

****

"How was the surgery?" I jolted slightly; the parents of the boy were in front of the emergency room.

Worry lined their faces, especially the mother whose eyes were swollen, they had been skeptical about letting me do it, but the mother was willing to take the risk with me, and I am glad I didn't fail.

"He is fine, the surgery was a success."

Their gasps were of both shock and relief.

"Thank you so much, doctor." The mother's thanks were my everything, and once again, I was filled with a sense of fulfilment.

"You did great in there, doc." My assistant Farha, and Lisa the scrub nurse, pulled me into a hug, I guess they noticed how tensed I have been, and I needed the hug.

"Thanks to you both, my life saver." I smiled. "I owe you