None of which explained why he’d expected an old, frumpy librarian type. Smart didn’t equal unattractive, but...
Oh, this was a disaster.
Kirrily West pressed her freshly gowned elbow to the intercom button again. “Any thoughts on the anesthetic front?”
“Dr. Sawyer?” whispered Mary, reaching for his hand. “Is what she’s saying true?”
Right. Though only a handful of seconds had passed, it was a handful too many. His operating theater. His operation. His method of treatment.
He looked at Kirrily West and said pointedly, “As our patient Mary, here, is awake right now, perhaps it would be best if we talk her through just how safe her child will be rather than focus on what hasn’t happened.”
He didn’t know how they did things Down Under, but they did things Southern-style here. It entailed TLC and a whole lot more professionalism and tact for starters.
He addressed his team—and, most importantly, the patient. “As ever, Mary, our number one priority is your baby’s safety. I’m not saying this is a routine surgery. It isn’t. It’s specialized. But this is the best place for you to have it and everything has been taken into account. Particularly the anesthetic.”
Mary’s brow was knitted with worry lines. “But what was that other doctor talking about? Will the anesthetic hurt my baby? I don’t want to do this if the surgery is going to induce labor!”
She tried to push herself up from the gurney.
Ty resisted shooting Kirrily West a look—an eyebrows raised look, straight up to his surgical cap, that would make it clear to her that this was exactly why precision verbal conduct was every bit as important as precision surgical conduct.
But actions spoke louder than words, so he gave Mary’s hand a reassuring squeeze and a pat. They both knew this was very likely her last chance of having a child, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to be the surgeon to let her down.
“Like I said, everything’s been taken into account and the protocol is as safe as these things can be. We’re going to administer tocolytics. They’re drugs designed especially to prevent premature labor. And I’ve just been told the emergency transport team administered an H-2 antagonist last night, which will also help.” He looked Kirrily West straight in the eye. “Thoughts, Doctor?”
Copyright © 2020 by Annie O’Neil
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ISBN: 9781488066344
Heart Surgeon’s Second Chance
Copyright © 2020 by Allie Kincheloe
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