A Chistmas Miracle
Copyright© 2021 by DB86
Chapter 2
When I woke up, I could see a team of doctors and nurses crowded around a body in an operating room and the guy’s stomach was sliced open. I’d never seen so much blood in my life. They were suctioning it into a tube.
I felt sorry for the unfortunate guy on the table. He looked like he was in pretty rough shape.
Then I looked at his face and I realized it was actually me on the table.
I was out of my body, right above them, looking down.
Strangely, this didn’t trouble me. I was glad not to be in that ravaged body. The whole situation looked rather gruesome.
“Spleen is shattered,” one of the surgeons said. “Grab the artery here, put pressure on it until I can clamp it ... Another one, Susan. Keep them coming. We’ve got lots more bleeders.”
Some kind of alarm went off on one of the beeping monitors, and the anesthetist said, “We’re losing him, we’re losing him.”
I continued to watch the scene with an unemotional curiosity. I felt nothing. I was surrounded by a warm peacefulness.
“I know, I know,” the surgeon replied, digging deeper into my guts.
He reached in and clamped down on the artery to my spleen.
He took the scissors and made a few snips, then pulled out my spleen and dropped it into a steel bin. “This should do it, release the clamp ... slowly...”
They all watched in anticipation.
The blood started to stream again. “Shit.”
Another alarm sounded. I hoped, for their sake, they could work out the problem. As for my own, I didn’t really care.
“Get me another six units.”
A nurse ran out of the room. The heart monitor began to hum in a high-pitched, unbroken tone, and everyone moved about in a panic.
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