The
nurse gently rolled Molly out of the room and down the hallway to the waiting
elevator. The surgical team was waiting for her in OR number 3 where she was
wheeled inside.
A familiar pair of eyes behind a mask
spoke with her.
Blake Bentley politely introduced the
members of the surgical team that were going to be present during her
procedure. Everyone seemed very pleasant and in a great mood.
A mask was fitted over her face and she
considered the blue eyes that now stared down into hers, as he spoke to her in
a soothing voice.
“Molly, I want you to count with me if you
would. Start at the number ten working your way back to zero. Let me know when
you have finished counting, all right? Ten … nine … eight …”
Her eyes fluttered lightly trying to keep
up with the count, and then everything went completely dark and void of any
light.
*
Molly would wake up in the recovery room a
few hours later, completely nauseated along with a shocking discovery of having
more than just one set of stitches.
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