“I am well aware that this surgery is very experimental but you can be assured that my residents wouldn’t recommend it if it wasn’t the safest option” The Chief explained softly. The ever present pitter patter of Seattle rain was descending on Seattle General Hospital as he uttered the last words.
“So let me get this straight, you’re going to let a robot-” Mila began before being cut off. At the young age of 16, brain surgery shouldn’t be one of her problems.
“Not any robot, a robot that was made specifically to perform a perfect frontal lobe resection. You are in the most capable hands here at Seattle General. The surgery is fairly easy, but the slightest human error could cause irreversible damage. The Kind Brain Epilepsy Neurologist or …show more content…
Once one part of the machine went to work, the others followed suit; unplugging and re-plugging unknown medical devices, moving I.V. units, wheeling her stiff hospital bed past her parents, and eventually filling her with the gas that would make sure that she had zero pain. Her vision was already blurring and hands had no room to shake, the anesthesia was already starting to kick in. Mila complied with the doctors and started the countdown. Ten and nine were clear. Eight brought her the faint memory of her mother telling that her hair would grow back. Seven came with the soft buzz of razors clipping away at her hair. Six was a silent protest. Five was a collision of pain and need for her epilepsy to be gone. Four started with the mechanical clicking of BEN. Three reeked of anesthesia. At two, she was …show more content…
Mila became normal at that exact moment, she would no longer suffer from epilepsy. Once the signals were traced watchers of the gallery stood in complete awe and BEN finally experienced joy. What the eagle-eyed gallery watchers didn’t see was BEN poking and prodding at all that Mila had ever known, grasping at anything that could characterize a human as human. Within few short movements, words became non-coherent sounds, her personality diminished, and wrong and right dwindled on a thin grey line. None of them could’ve known that Mila would never have optimistic eyes again, that BEN could be capable of such a life changing moment, or that Mila could feel every part of her being ripped away as they
“So let me get this straight, you’re going to let a robot-” Mila began before being cut off. At the young age of 16, brain surgery shouldn’t be one of her problems.
“Not any robot, a robot that was made specifically to perform a perfect frontal lobe resection. You are in the most capable hands here at Seattle General. The surgery is fairly easy, but the slightest human error could cause irreversible damage. The Kind Brain Epilepsy Neurologist or …show more content…
Once one part of the machine went to work, the others followed suit; unplugging and re-plugging unknown medical devices, moving I.V. units, wheeling her stiff hospital bed past her parents, and eventually filling her with the gas that would make sure that she had zero pain. Her vision was already blurring and hands had no room to shake, the anesthesia was already starting to kick in. Mila complied with the doctors and started the countdown. Ten and nine were clear. Eight brought her the faint memory of her mother telling that her hair would grow back. Seven came with the soft buzz of razors clipping away at her hair. Six was a silent protest. Five was a collision of pain and need for her epilepsy to be gone. Four started with the mechanical clicking of BEN. Three reeked of anesthesia. At two, she was …show more content…
Mila became normal at that exact moment, she would no longer suffer from epilepsy. Once the signals were traced watchers of the gallery stood in complete awe and BEN finally experienced joy. What the eagle-eyed gallery watchers didn’t see was BEN poking and prodding at all that Mila had ever known, grasping at anything that could characterize a human as human. Within few short movements, words became non-coherent sounds, her personality diminished, and wrong and right dwindled on a thin grey line. None of them could’ve known that Mila would never have optimistic eyes again, that BEN could be capable of such a life changing moment, or that Mila could feel every part of her being ripped away as they