Selene’s POV
“Doctor Johnson, get ready to stitch up the patient. Great work, everyone. The surgery was a success!”
I step back, giving my assistant surgeon space to finish. My eyes stay fixed on him as he expertly stitches up the patient. His hands are steady, precise, and unshaken, not a trace of hesitation in his movements. A small smile tugs at my lips. I knew trusting him as my assistant was the right call.
Leaving the OR, I peel off the bloodied gloves, gown, and head covering, tossing them into the bin as I head out.
I spot Avery heading toward me. A wide smile is plastered on her face. As she reaches me, she hands me a bottle of water, and I accept it gratefully.
"Thanks, Avery. I really needed this," I say, clutching the bottle tightly. Turning to face her, I raise an eyeb
