Post 18 - Sentimental Surgeon

With his sterile gloves held before him the surgeon strode into the operating theatre. His assistant had prepared the patient and Sister had all the instruments to hand. He turned to the anaesthetist and asked if all was ready for him to proceed. The anaesthetist nodded and the surgeon took knife to skin. With one confident stroke the skin was breached and a line of blood was swabbed. The operation was slick and efficient, the necessary part was removed. The surgeon sewed the skin neatly, satisfied that once again he'd done a good job. He turned away leaving Sister to apply a dressing. In the scrub room he tore of his gloves and threw them in the bin. His eyes filled with tears as he undid his gown and pulled it off. He used the sleeves to wipe his eyes. He hated removing organs for transplant, especially when the donor was a child.