Michelle had just been told that she would be performing the surgery. She had been awake for a while now and was venturing over to the vending machine in search for a much needed source of caffeine. As she walked the hallway, she saw Dr.Francis using her incredibly calm bedside manner on an exhausted looking man and woman. They stood gripping each other’s hands so hard Michelle noticed a slight discoloration to their fingers.
As she got closer, Michelle turned her head and quickened her pace, not wanting the introduction that she expected might happen. Dr.Francis may have been excellent with patients and their families, but she had a really nasty habit of putting surgeons in an uncomfortable position: reassuring people that their loved one was in good hands and that they would do everything they could to make sure the procedure went smoothly. Michelle hated to put real lives behind her work, it made it that much harder to accept failure.
But Dr. Francis didn’t call her over. She was still deep in conversation with the couple. Michelle overheard only one sentence in its entirety as she snuck past.
“We are going to everything we can to help you son.”
She chose her drink, consumed it, scrubbed up and joined her team in the theatre.
A man carrying a box entered just as they were about to start.
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