ing Operating Room 1 into a sterile, white he
ark blue scrubs and custom surgical loupes. She
the first assistant. He was sweati
ass, Christian stood perfectly still. His
nesthesiologist announced. "Hea
and. Her voice was absolut
. Heidi's wrist flicked. The blade sliced throug
s so perfectly straight that Dr. Fr
machine. Her hands moved with terrifying speed
ives stared at the magnified monitors in dea
ed profile. His chest ached with
cal phase: the aortic arch anastom
ed Frye. "Hold the ventr
t his arms were tired. His nerves were sor slipped. It tore directly
e a geyser. It sprayed across the surgical
screamed. The
e anesthesiologist yelled
e went completely white
lammed his hands against the
flinch. She
he barked
d hand deep into the chest cavity. Her fingers guided by years of experience, instan
al field was a lake of dark blood.
ye screamed. "You ca
She held out her right h
ded her the n
l of terrified experts
s a myth. A surgical suicide move. One millime
guided the thread purely by the tactile feedback of the tissue.
e opened her eyes. She p
n," she
he blood. The enti
perfectly spaced, impossibly tight sti
lapsed onto a rolling stool, star
e heart monitor return
driver onto the tray. She
," she said coldly.
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