Her anxiety morphs into desperation, and her voice takes on an unnaturally high pitch. “But what are the chances?”
How’d a surgeon with deformed fingers make it this far? Now, their voices are echoes in my head, bringing with them faded insecurities, though not for the reasons they suspected.
“All scrubbed down, Dr. Bergman?” The question is studded with heavy breathing. I nod back at my assistant surgeon, Dr. Kim Lee, who’s still panting from the sprint down the hallway. He flashes a generous smile my way. Running a hand through his gelled, highlighted locks, he inhales deeply. “Glad to have you steering this ship today.”
“Thanks, Dr. Lee. Glad to have you on board.” And I am. He might be cocky, but it’s not without good reason. His beguiling charm hides a brilliant mind, calm demeanor, and steady hand, assets that will be sure to assist me in the operating room.
And flying on my own for the first time as a resident surgeon, I can use all the help I can get.
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