A miracle of science now a common medical procedure through every hospital across the globe. Transplants were every doctor’s from the 1800’s fantasy, and are now every doctor’s reality.
A stark white room, slightly dirtied by musty browns. Sheets of white are draped across tables near the patient, in case of excess bleeding. Their surface rippled softly as the wind from the open window drifted in. The scent of sterilized metal lingered in the air, sharp and sour to their noses. Tiles gleamed faintly, like starlight under the morning sunlight from outside. A black box rested haphazardly upon a crooked brown shelf. Ementaing a low monotone sound accompanied by a blinking red light. It looked like a red eye, the kind someone sese in the dark, …show more content…
Somehow peaceful calm, all that he wished medical school trained him to do. His lack of a medical education made no dent on his reputation, all the doctors in George Schuur Hospital envied and admired his abilities after the tireless education they went through. A beaten up clipboard in his hand jotting down notes, needless to say, everyone was nervous about the first human heart …show more content…
Well equipped with research labs, with chalk walls and pompous teachers. Drawing diagrams on the musty black board with small pieces worn down chalk. Their chests puffed like island birds as they spoke as what they thought to be wisdom. The three doctors made their way through the ominous hallways of George Schuur Hospital. Their smocks differing in colors of emerald from where the dim light of the morning hit them. Faces worried and paled but plastered onto their ghastly exterior laid calmness. Sweat gathered on Christian Bernards furrowed brow as his nurses followed him moths to a flame. Naki stepped out of the room and went to grab the other doctors, preparing for the operation.
“Have you removed his wedding ring?” inquired Doctor Bernard as the nurses lifted his haggard hand, a pale white shadow of a ring set upon his ring finger. The doctor nodded curtly as he was pushed a table of surgical tools towards him. They were smooth and cold underneath his calloused palms and fingertips. A tube made of plastic inserted into Louis’s mouth attached to a ventilator, he could breaths shallow breaths coming from his throat. A frigid liquid was dabbed onto his chest. Gloved fingers holding cotton balls as the smell of anesthesia rose through the
A stark white room, slightly dirtied by musty browns. Sheets of white are draped across tables near the patient, in case of excess bleeding. Their surface rippled softly as the wind from the open window drifted in. The scent of sterilized metal lingered in the air, sharp and sour to their noses. Tiles gleamed faintly, like starlight under the morning sunlight from outside. A black box rested haphazardly upon a crooked brown shelf. Ementaing a low monotone sound accompanied by a blinking red light. It looked like a red eye, the kind someone sese in the dark, …show more content…
Somehow peaceful calm, all that he wished medical school trained him to do. His lack of a medical education made no dent on his reputation, all the doctors in George Schuur Hospital envied and admired his abilities after the tireless education they went through. A beaten up clipboard in his hand jotting down notes, needless to say, everyone was nervous about the first human heart …show more content…
Well equipped with research labs, with chalk walls and pompous teachers. Drawing diagrams on the musty black board with small pieces worn down chalk. Their chests puffed like island birds as they spoke as what they thought to be wisdom. The three doctors made their way through the ominous hallways of George Schuur Hospital. Their smocks differing in colors of emerald from where the dim light of the morning hit them. Faces worried and paled but plastered onto their ghastly exterior laid calmness. Sweat gathered on Christian Bernards furrowed brow as his nurses followed him moths to a flame. Naki stepped out of the room and went to grab the other doctors, preparing for the operation.
“Have you removed his wedding ring?” inquired Doctor Bernard as the nurses lifted his haggard hand, a pale white shadow of a ring set upon his ring finger. The doctor nodded curtly as he was pushed a table of surgical tools towards him. They were smooth and cold underneath his calloused palms and fingertips. A tube made of plastic inserted into Louis’s mouth attached to a ventilator, he could breaths shallow breaths coming from his throat. A frigid liquid was dabbed onto his chest. Gloved fingers holding cotton balls as the smell of anesthesia rose through the