Misty

She was scared as they wheeled her into the operating room. “Hi Misty” said the cheery voice of a young doctor. “I’m the one who’s going to make sure you have wonderful dreams”. Misty smiled weakly as she was helped onto the operating table. She lay down, feeling exposed beneath his gaze in the thin white gown. He moved round to the side of her and she felt a sudden sting as he inserted an IV into the back of her hand. Tears started welling in her eyes and she blinked them away quickly. “This medication might sting a little ok, but it wont be for long” he said as he took a small syringe and injected into the IV port at her wrist. Her heart beat faster and she squeezed her eyes closed as she felt a burn in her hand. He noticed her anxious expression and put his hand on her shoulder. “It will be ok. Be over before you know it”. He shouldn’t have said that because it unleashed a flood of tears that spilled over and ran down her cheeks. “”I see I’m going to have to give you some of my special mix”. He reached over and took a small syringe off the counter and quickly injected the contents. Now the “Milk of amnesia” as they call it. The large syringe was in his hand and slowly he injected  the milky liquid into her IV, then placing a  black mask over her nose and mouth, he instructed her to take five deep breaths. He smiled down at her again as her eyes grew heavy and she drifted off to sleep.

She felt the tube slide down her throat but could not react, she vaguely heard the voice of the doctor saying that she should relax and breathe normally. Again a small burn in her hand and she remembered nothing more.

She awoke in a sea of pain and tears coursed down her cheeks. She tried to call out but the  tube was still in her throat. “I see we’re awake, good”. She looked up and saw his smiling face. “Do you have pain”? She nodded. He plugged his stethoscope into his ears and listened to her chest for a minute. “You know you gave me quiet a scare in there. I thought we were going to loose you”. She frowned. “You stopped breathing,  that’s why you still have the tube in you throat. Would you like it out”? She nodded again and he called to a nearby nurse who bustled over cheerfully. Slowly and gently she took the tape off and the doctor instructed Misty to take a deep breath and breath out slowly. As she breathed out, he slid the tube out produce a coughing fit in his patient. “5 cc’s valium please nurse and 10 cc’s morphine. The nurse hurried off to get the medication and returned with two syringes that he injected into her IV. “Thank you nurse”. The woman hurried off. Misty felt drowsy as the medication started working. “That should make you sleep for awhile” he said in a gentle voice. “I’ll check on you later”. His lips brushed against hers and he squeezed her hand. She smiled weakly and drifted into a deep sleep.

She awoke to find herself in a small room with two beds. The other was unoccupied. He walked in and smiled. “Good you’re awake. The surgery went well but I’m a little worried as to why you stopped breathing. I moved you here so I can keep an eye on you. A nurse will stop by in a while to draw some blood and do a blood gas ok”. He put on a white lab coat over his green scrubs and placed his stethoscope round his neck. “I’ll be back to check on you after rounds”. He kissed her lightly on the lips and left. A nurse bustled in a while later to draw the bloods and then left Misty alone with her thoughts about how lucky she was to have him as a friend, but she wanted more. She wanted him to notice her inviting pussy and taste her juice. She wanted to feel his fingers inside her as he probed her warm interior. To feel him slide his manhood inside her. She smiled and drifted into a deep sleep.

“Start CPR”! She heard a voice yell. She felt hands on her chest, a mask on her face as oxygen was forced into her lungs. “Come on come on Misty, you cant leave me now”. She felt heavy and limp. She willed her body to respond but nothing reacted to her commands. She felt the tube slide down her throat and she gagged a little. “Ok ok Misty just relax. Give her 5 cc’s eppi IV STAT”. A light was shone into her eyes and electrodes were placed on her chest. “We have breathing doctor” said a female voice.  “Turn the oxygen to high and call me when she wakes, I‘ll be in Ob-Gyn”.

The walk down to neonatal ICU was the longest in his life as he tried to think what could have gone wrong. He stopped at an incubator in the centre on the room with a tiny form in it under soft lighting. He poked his hands through the portholes and touched the tiny figure. The baby recoiled. Good he thought and smiled. “Its okay little one, we’ll take good care of your mommy”. He checked the baby’s vitals’ to see if they had improved and was please to see that they had. He left instructions with the sister and walked back to the staff lounge. He needed coffee. He poured himself a mug and sat down on the couch and closed his eyes., drifting off. He awoke with a start as his pager beeped and his face formed into a smile. He rushed to Misty’s room, his heart pounding in his chest.

A sister had removed her breathing tube and she looked up at him, smiling weakly. A nurse handed him a file and he opened it, frowning slightly. He adjusted here drip flow and sat down on the bed, taking her hand in his. Her heart fluttered at the feel of his touch. “You know you gave me a scare for a while, but everything is going to be fine. The baby is doing well, but you need to rest”. He took her blood pressure, noting that it was a little high and placed a nasal canella in her nostrils for oxygen. He injected a sedative into her Iv line, smiling down at her as she yawned. He sat holding her hand until she fell asleep and then tiptoed out of the room.