FEDORA’S POV
My hands trembled as I desperately tried to fix the issue, but time slipped through my fingers like sand.
The team around me noticed my distress, and a collective gasp filled the air. The atmosphere grew tense as their eyes darted between me and the incomplete stitching. I knew I had no time to explain, so I made a split-second decision.
Dr. Ken, a skilled surgeon who had been observing the surgery, offered his help, his voice laced with concern. But I couldn't accept his assistance, not when I had a solution of my own. With a sense of urgency, I swiftly retrieved my spare tools that I keep for emergencies, it’s a habit I developed when I saw a similar case on T.V. and thankfully I learned to be prepared for emergencies and also to always keep a back up plan. I resumed the
