TIME: 2AM. 

14TH FEBRUARY, 2024, OPERATING ROOM 4C, CRATERS PRIVATE HOSPITAL (CPH)

“Ready?” Nse asks, hands raised.

"Yes!" A team of surgeons in light blue gowns chorus. 

“We will begin CABG Surgery.” Nse says. Staring sharply at the anesthetist she asks, “all set?”

The young anesthetist nods.

“Scalpel.” Nse turns and gently made the request. 

A male Surgeon passes her the scalpel. She clutches it and carefully makes an incision running lengthwise on the patient's chest. Blood oozes out. “Bovie.” She calls out and a surgeon gently places it on the path of incision. 

“Clamp,” she requests minutes later and the first assistant Surgeon clamps the patient’s chest such that his internals are visible. 

Nse peers at a monitor, ascertaining the blood pressure. She peers back at the patient and shortly afterwards she yells, “Suction, I can't really see anything!”

4 HOURS LATER. 

“Will you stitch him up, Dr. Martins?” Nse requests in a crestfallen expression.

“Sure,” Dr. Martins says, motioning a surgeon to pass a needle and thread, ready to stitch. 

“Bravo Doctor Nse! You saved the patient!” The team praises and hails. 

“Did I?” She queries with pale eyes.  

“Yes, you did. Look,” the anesthetist points to the zigzag lines in a monitor. 

“Then, I guess I saved him.”

“Are you okay, Nse?" Dr. Martins asks. "You look unhappy."

Nse sniffs and forces a smile. "I'm fine. I'm fine. Just Wrap it up, okay?” She says sharply and hurries out of the Operating Room. 

TBC….