The Surgeon

The tools glint in the light cast by the disks hovering above. Your hands sweaty, trembling from anxiety. You hesitate and reach forward but the thought of failure holds you back. It holds everyone back. Knowing time is slowly slipping away you grab the metal off the tray and lower it to the patient, to the life that is lying in your hands. One cut, one incision, one mistake. That’s all it takes. Starting is the hardest part. Hours of focus, hours of hoping and crossing fingers, hours of operation. Then it’s on with the next patient and coming with, a whole new anxious feeling.