Jason’s POV
The doors to the OR swung open as I walked out, peeling the gloves from my hands and discarding them in the waste bin. The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to me, a reminder of the hours I’d just spent hunched over the operating table. Dr. Matthew followed behind me, his voice breaking the quiet.
“Well, that went better than expected,” he said, and I could tell from his voice that he was both exhausted and satisfied with the surgery we had just finished.
“It did,” I said, my voice low. The surgery had been grueling, but it was a success. That was all that mattered.
“It’s all textbook, really,” he continued, falling into step beside me. “You handled that complication like a pro, Jason.” He said.
That was unexpected by the way, the complication, but I was grateful I wa
