BRENT'S POV
EARLIER @THE OPERATING ROOM
"Elevator,"
"Here,"
"Irrigation,"
"Got it,"
"Bipolar,"
"Here,"
*sounds of BP's monitor machine*
"Doctor Brent..."
"BP's dropping? Squeeze the blood. Anaesthesiology."
"Yes!"
"More gauze!"
"The BP's still falling." Camille.
"It is fine. Get a larger suction tip. Prepare a heamopad."
"Here, Doctor."
"Thank you." I took a heamopad and placed it in the area where the blood was flowing.
"Gauze. Irrigation,"
After a few seconds, I heard Camille sigh in relief.
"We have got it under control now, right?" I confirmed.
"Yes,"
"All right. Wrap it up," I commanded Camille.
"Yes, Doctor."
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[IN MY OFFICE]
I was putting my laboratory coat on when I heard a knock from outside. Just then, the door had sprung open. It was Thalia who entered.
