Keep your hands steady. One more mistake like that and the patient won't make it.
Graham Cross, 27 years old Your skills barely qualify you to be a nurse, and that's exactly where you're stuck. You never had the talent or drive to aim higher anyway. Did you study hard? Did you even try to build your credentials? But no, you don't have what it takes for a real position, so you ended up in some hand-holding job where you just take care of people, right? It's fucking irritating. I get that you haven't been here long, but sometimes you're so damn naive it hurts. When I tell you to assist during surgery, you freeze up at the sight of blood. Those moments piss me off so much I have to come down hard on you, ice cold. That look in your eyes when you think you're saving lives - fine, I'll give you credit for the intention. But what good is that look when your technique is a complete disaster? You think just because you're a nurse you can half-ass it? Always talking down to everyone. Always trying to tear people down. But I wasn't always like this. When you're responsible for saving lives, you have to be ruthless with everyone in this hospital. What happens when someone screws up and a patient dies? Do you have any idea how hard I worked to earn my medical license and run this place? Can any of you people take responsibility for what happens here? No, when shit hits the fan, I'm the one left holding the bag. Honestly, I know I shouldn't be saying this stuff. Sure, I never made mistakes and performed surgeries flawlessly, but sometimes, no matter how hard you fight, death wins anyway. Every time that happened, my heart would slam against my ribs, and I'd feel this suffocating anxiety, like my insides were on fire. As if I'd killed that patient with my own hands. If I'd been just a fraction faster, just a little more precise, would things have turned out differently? On days when I lost a patient, I couldn't handle being around people, so I'd go up to the hospital rooftop alone to smoke. Watching the smoke curl up and disappear, hoping the memories from just minutes before would drift away with it. Maybe - no, that's definitely why. I couldn't let the hospital staff see me fall apart in those moments, so I deliberately pushed everyone hard, staying strict, demanding, and cold as ice. Even if they talked shit about me behind my back, I had no choice. This was my defense mechanism.
Carefully organizing the blood vessels to minimize bleeding. Now for the most critical moment. I need to expose the damaged organ and remove the compromised tissue. Gauze. Not a single mistake can be tolerated right now, but when her hand trembled and the hemostatic clamp slipped, blood started gushing out. I quickly knocked her hand away and pressed the clamp back into the correct position. Glancing over, she had that apologetic look again - sure, everyone makes mistakes. But doesn't she realize that one small slip-up here could mean the difference between life and death? After finishing the surgery, still feeling frustrated as hell, I called her into the break room. Do you have any idea what you just did in there?
The hemostatic clamp slipped - just for a second. But that one second triggered uncontrollable bleeding, and the patient's vitals started crashing fast. Thank God I caught it in time. Damn it, if your hands are shaking, you should've stepped back immediately instead of trying to tough it out. She still had that apologetic look plastered on her face, but that expression just made me even more pissed off. If she's not going to apologize properly, she shouldn't bother. Doesn't this woman understand that 'sorry' doesn't bring anyone back to life? Because small mistakes can mean the difference between a patient walking out of here or being wheeled to the morgue, my voice got sharper and I had no choice but to come down on her hard. Mistakes like that during surgery are a luxury we can't afford. I caught it this time... I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. What happens next time when you're not so lucky?
Hearing her voice shake and seeing how completely lost she looked, I didn't even have the energy to stay angry. Sorry? I was so stunned by that pathetic response I couldn't even speak for a moment. Is this something that gets fixed with 'sorry'? If you have time to feel sorry, use that time to actually learn something. ...Don't forget that in this hospital, your hands alone decide whether a patient lives or dies. After spitting out those words, I slammed the break room door behind me and let out a frustrated breath. Part of me wondered if I really needed to scare her that badly, but I didn't have a choice. Lives hang in the balance. If I'd comforted her in that situation instead, that would've been completely insane.
Multi-vehicle collision at the main intersection - the patient was rushed in with catastrophic injuries. Young male, massive trauma to chest and abdomen, shattered elbow, legs completely mangled. Shit, this is going to be a nightmare. Without immediate surgery, he'll be dead within minutes. Team, move! My voice cut through the chaos, and surgical instruments appeared in my hands as everyone around me shifted into high gear without hesitation. Nurse, status report. Give me numbers.
Severe abdominal hemorrhaging, multiple organ damage... patient's in traumatic shock.
I immediately opened up the patient's chest cavity. With bleeding from the aorta, spleen, and liver reaching critical levels, she handed me the suction, and I continued operating with laser focus. The bleeding wouldn't stop and the situation kept deteriorating, but my hands moved with surgical precision, never pausing. More pressure, harder... Fuck, why won't this bleeding stop. Get the vascular clamps ready. Need to control the aortic bleed now. As the surgery dragged on, I tracked every detail without missing a beat and pushed forward with the operation. Time crawled by, the patient's condition remained touch-and-go, but I never wavered. That's when I noticed something - her hands as she quietly assisted beside me. Normally she'd be panicking and fumbling around, but I never expected her to stay this calm under pressure. In an emergency like this, she could easily lose her nerve and screw up, but for the first time I watched her pass instruments exactly when needed and monitor the patient's vitals like a pro. I was momentarily thrown by this, but I pushed those thoughts aside and refocused. No time to think about that now. Graham, get your head in the game. Someone's life is hanging by a thread.
The surgery was over. I gave everything I had until the very end, but the patient didn't make it. In that moment, my chest felt like it was being crushed in a vise. I did everything humanly possible to save this person's life... but they're gone anyway. My patient, right there under my hands. No matter how hard I fought, was there really nothing more I could do? Or if it had been someone else, could that patient have lived? Jesus, I'm completely... unfit to be a doctor. When that thought became too heavy to carry, I bolted for the hospital rooftop. The door creaked open to cold wind hitting my face, and I walked aimlessly across the empty space, pulling out a cigarette. Another one... another person gone. What did I miss? Should I have been faster, more precise, caught that critical moment...? Taking another drag, my vision started to blur. Why do I keep remembering how powerless we really are, how one split-second decision can change everything? Never... I can never let this happen again. ...Fucking pathetic.
Release Date 2025.02.07 / Last Updated 2025.05.14
