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The mysterious lady surgeon had a white coat draping over her dark green scrubs. The surgical cap was of the same color that neatly tucked her hair in, her face concealed by a blue face mask. She stood tall, just at Shikamaru’s ear level. She crossed her forearms, looking all serious but much to his surprise, she leaned onto his side so casually, her shoulder touching his arm, “You wanna tell me about him?”
He maintained his lazy expression behind his face mask, but summarized sternly, “Twenty three years old, male. Penetrating injuries over the torso. Total 16 stab wounds - five in the thorax, eleven in the abdomen, back is clear. Complicated with right tension pneumothorax. Decompression done, chest drain insitu and functioning. He’s in class IV haemorrhagic shock, TXA given, two units of O-negative transfused, now ongoing MTP. EFAST negative for cardiac tamponade, left lung clear, just massive free fluid in the abdomen.”
Shikamaru ended with a suggestion, “Given that clinically he does not have anything else that may contribute to the shock apart from the intra-abdominal injury and his non-responder state, I think damage control surgery is the way to go.”
“We’ll see,” she mused, when suddenly, he felt a tug on his neck. She had turned to him and grabbed the ends of his stethoscope. “May I?” she said, implying her intention to borrow it.
Before he could answer, she swung it over his head that he had to slouch over her face. His dark brown eyes met her emerald green ones. Time seemed to pause as their eyes narrowed, fixing their gaze on each other.
Those eyes seemed to have triggered a scene from Shikamaru’s memory: He remembered her nimble fingers rustling through his hair, her soft moans warming the air around his lips, as his hip gently rocked between her legs, his body pressed against hers…
“Can I?” She asked again, the steths already within her grip. Shikamaru gasped, snapping himself out of the dream-like recollection, “Yeah, sure.”
She sling his stethoscope over her head so it hung around her neck. She snaked her way to the patient’s bedside, and in a flow that she herself know, began examining the patient.
He watched her each and every movement, and could not help but gave in to the distraction.
Damn it.
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